Poems

It is Sunday night, and I am suddenly awake at the crack of too-close gunfire. It is Sunday night, and I am suddenly awake at the crack of too-close gunfire. I creep to the window with ...

Back in 2005, my wife was wanting to buy a house. Renting was not helping us build equity. The market was soaring. "Get in or be shut out of ever owning a house" was the prevailing chatter. ...

I stepped up to the automatic sliding doors, but they didn't open. I knocked. The guard recognized me, waved, and the South Bronx-based special care facility opened arms of welcome. ...

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My favorites from a year of reading:</p> My favorites from a year of reading: Yellow Leaves: A Miscellany , by Frederick Buechner When You Are Engulfed in Fl ...

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