The summer always ended on his porch, the neighbor, Harry McCabe, down the dirt path dead-end by the water. Feet up on the surrounding stone and cement wall, leaning back in the kitchen chairs we’d … [Read more...] about Harry McCabe

I’m watching this guy struggle, mightily, with the vending machine. Peering deep inside at the collected offerings, kneeling down, then standing, then peering deep inside again. Hands on the glass, … [Read more...] about In an Elevator, In a Nursing Home, somewhere…

My aunt Betty sends me cards in the mail. She is the very last one. She doesn’t snap a pic of a photo she found and text it to me, she goes and finds a card, and sits down with a pen and writes to me … [Read more...] about Aunt B

There is a burial ground about a mile from my home. I live in the north. The ancient cemetery was marked with a NY State historical marker proclaiming “Colored Cemetery,” or it was twenty-thirty … [Read more...] about Slave