Lowlife

Lowlife

I was flappin’ my spats down Fourth Street when a funny feeling came over me—like someone was maybe reading my clock, so I turned left, pushed open a set of doors ten feet high and ducked in. “Please state your business.” “S’cuse me?” “Your business. Please state your...
Shrimp School

Shrimp School

With the beginning of fall come memories of schooldays: whiffs of freshly sharpened pencils, the ringing of assembly bells, and flurries of young people running through the halls. At one particular old school in Newton these familiar smells and sounds have been...
Poetry Class with Ellen

Poetry Class with Ellen

Poems swing from the clothesline strungbetween earth and skyShe wears the soft shawl of sunriseher words     like silkrunning through our fingersan offeringa melodic string of pearlsin a world that has forgottenhow to listen    I whisper Don’t go I can’t rememberwhat...
Divorce Day

Divorce Day

Afraid I will fall in love againwith his honey-colored wisps of hairand sturdy sinewed armsI wear a new red dressa fiery shield from regret Then driving to the courthouseI hear today marks the 50th anniversaryof the Hindenburg disasterwhen spark burst helium into...
Head Cheese

Head Cheese

In dim lightGrandma sits at her tableshaving fat and fleshfrom the pig’s skullswick swick swickher knife slicesthrough bristled skinpast cartilage and brain she’ll press meat intoa jellied loaf. The body hacksawed in halfcut gristle, bone and bloodlies cold and...