Harvest: An Ode to Sun Golds

This morning, as I headed somewhere, car keys in one hand, iPod in the other, I found myself yanked momentarily away … More

Pubs, Sultry Summer Edition

The Summer 2013 issue of The Massachusetts Review, which includes my story “Plenty” is out and on the metaphorical stands. … More

At the gym, the soundtrack of my younger days is spilling so loudly from the speakers it erases thought, and … More

The end of May. The sinister, slightly noirish fragrance, of jasmine, of gardenia — those funereal white flowers that always … More

Snow flurries 48 hours ago but winter’s at last behind us: when I drove the Girleens to school soon after … More

The tailings of November, when the sky takes on the character of dingy cotton batting and the air smells of … More

My world still can’t make up its mind. On one hand, the dogwoods have already turned that dull crimson that … More

Because it seems untidy to leave narrative threads dangling (though I suppose that’s what life is full of, dangling narrative … More