Sprititual

For Victoria

I can’t believe you aren’t here to see spring bloom, to fuss with flowerpots on your railing garden and pinch the tiny faces in your snapdragon patch.  Who will sit under the umbrella on your deck where you will sit forever in my mind, poised in your sunglasses, ready to catch the shimmer of gentle…Read more For Victoria

One Last Winter’s Tale

Stabbed selling crack on a side street in Nassau County, Jake told us he couldn’t lift his arm over his shoulder and then raised that arm straight up to expose a line of scars dotting his ribcage and trailing off around his back. Turning slowly and deliberately like a model, clutching his shirt to keep…Read more One Last Winter’s Tale

For Birdie & Christopher

“Never bet against the Steelers.” That’s one of the things my friend, Owen, taught me. I don’t work in a bar anymore, and I’m not a huge football fan, but I’ll always put Owen and the Steelers together. If they ever win a Super Bowl, I’ll think, “Owen must be pleased.” After the Steelers, my…Read more For Birdie & Christopher