prose

Don’t Box Me In

I understand you. The unlucky, the unwanted, the misfits, the downtrodden. The middles, the lower class, the majority. I have been the...

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survivor

I never thought of myself as a survivor / just in the wrong place at the wrong time / don’t get in an elevator with someone who makes you...

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Like My Son, Who I Lost

He reminded me of my son; my son who I lost. He had the same hair, brown and tousled; the same eyes, vacant, almond oceans of angst. I...

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After the Breakdown

If I had not exploded, I would never have found my fuse. I would not know where my dynamite is stored or who I should let light my fire....

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Her

A rare chance to leave work early, and pick my youngest child up afterschool. Parents I recognize only vaguely, cluster in the playground,...

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An Accident of Love

Once when I was young, I read a story in the newspaper. A man had gone on a picnic with his wife and children. They spent the day by the...

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Ode to A Forgotten City

I grew up in New York City. I was born in a hospital on 12th Street. The Village. My Mom and Dad brought me home to an apartment on 18th...

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