Photo: Nikthestunned, CC BY-SA 3.0, via Wikimedia Commons At the top of the multiple flights of escalators awaited a town that transported us hundreds of years into the past. Nora had been talking about Toledo for months. Ever since we’d started planning the trip...
Photo: By Nemo – Own work, CC BY-SA 4.0, Link She had been in the club for hours, drifting between strangers, a half-finished glass of wine in hand. Her eyes shone, not from drink alone but from something restless inside her. The night felt too bright, too alive...
Photo: “Zenos Colman Public School” by artistmac is licensed under CC BY 2.0 I have tried and failed many times tosay how that building of amber stones has made me feel. Even after forty years since I’ve walked among the beige walls and mahogany columns. The...
Photo: Wally Wright Even in a city of millionsyou can feel so lonely Even with endless adventuresyou can feel so lackluster Walking around BoystownA hungover Sunday morning The sign proclaimed:OUR CHURCH IS COOLWE HAVE AC And having been raised CatholicI felt I’d find...
Photo: Wally Wright Halfway across Broadway her wobbly cart bends and she falls onto the street We rush out, help her back to a bus stop bench Dazed, unfocused eyes Eventually she tells us her name is Maxine A cute young woman stops by She’s on her way to a sex party...
