Photo by Thomas R Machnitzki, CC BY 3.0 via Wikimedia Commons Other than the days where it was rained so hard that we were sure it would never stop, rain that sounded like someone was dancing on the roof of the house, all the days were the same. It was always...
Photo: Emelissamn / Shutterstock.com Honored to your coast in the month of floods. Wondering if your November is giving or grieving. Yellow cedar and Douglas fir too young and contradictory to be hosting lichen elders and voluptuous mosses. I listen for hope among the...
Cars test brakes for dogs.Walkers retract their leashesa measured three paces ahead.Heaving groomed cheststhey’re nosy; otherwise quiet.Glance into dingy windowshawking razors, Lotto, looseys.Move like they belong. Theirwalkers record these morningslike a safari, art,...
Photo: Kamira / Shutterstock.com The first time I was in New York, I was fifteen, my brother was eighteen, and we had two suitcases plus four unexpected hours before a flight. We left our bags in this girl Megan’s hotel room—a camp friend of his, long story—and...
Marquez has straddled numerous state lines. He loves being in multiple places at once. Enjoys feeling scattered. Though, lately, he is restless and feeling … whole. So here he is at the famous intersection of Arizona, Utah, Colorado, and New Mexico, lying on the...
Photo by Alexander Reitter / Shutterstock.com This is a story of grease, and the bonds it forms. We were three good Jewish boys, Flatbush yeshiva bochurim, and when we went about breaking the law of our forefathers, we did so thoroughly and with care and diligence....
