A Hard Day’s Night in Calcutta

A Hard Day’s Night in Calcutta

One evening about eight Warren dropped by our apartment unexpectedly.  As he walked in he said, “No surprises here: how did I know you’d be…

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Two Poems by Wróblewski

Two Poems by Wróblewski

Translator’s Note I was drawn to Grzegorz Wróblewski’s poems some years ago while reading an anthology of contemporary Polish poetry. This anthology had all the…

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An Evening with my Father

An Evening with my Father

I noticed the paint coming off the white iron table in the lawn. I had made two steaming cups of coffee, baked some shortbread for…

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Sent 3:42 am

Sent 3:42 am

anais nin said we write to taste life twice, in the moment and in retrospect. she was somebody great. i want to be somebody great….

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Close to the Head

Close to the Head

My Mom said my hair wasn’t rightfor ponytails or pigtails. You’re not a normal girl.A barber’ll know what to do with this mop, she said….

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Catacomb

Catacomb

The soft, wet grass beneath our rain boots made squelching sounds as we straggled behind the tour group led by a small, dark-haired, Italian woman….

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Ecclesiastes One: the Space-Time Adventures of Ace Frawley

Ecclesiastes One

Down on the lake rosy reflections of celestial vapor appeared, and I said “God, I love you” and looked up tothe sky and really meant…

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English as A Second Language

English as A Second Language

I. Español.  I used to sit in a classroom full of color, where everyone spoke with tongues the color of gold, copper, silver, and salt. Back…

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Grocery List

Grocery List

A lock of strawberry blonde hair peeking out from under a fuzzy winter hat freezes me in the grocery store parking lot. The hat is…

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In Those Days

In Those Days

In those days, there were no wheelie bins, there was no recycling: you put the trash out in round metal cans of the sort you…

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Kneel

Kneel

Kneel; Verb/ Honoring Colin Kaepernick Suddenly football, the game and gridiron,      is a man on his knees.What does a patterned patch of cloth mean, the…

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The Architect

The Architect

“I need three Model B’s by this afternoon,” said George Oxburn, “And Harrison, nothing fancy.” Oxburn pointed to a sign posted above Ronald Harrison’s cubicle:…

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Sour Truths

Sour Truths

It occurred to me the other dayas I sat slicing and squeezing lemonson a hot summer afternoon,That the life of an urban lemon from birth…

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The Tall Man

The Tall Man

Inspired by an Oneida Tribal Tale and a Selection from the Longer Story, “Cloven” On a stormy summer night just like this one, just around…

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