Poems

Of course you remember she says. It was your sixtieth, and we came from across the country to express our love. I don’t remember, I say. But you do remember she says. We ordered your favorite Indian...

Originally Published as Steve & Mac Stan Goldberg North Beach Beat, Arts and Literary Edition, December, 2004     Through an old sealed window, the garden softens as daylight...

When Christians in the Middle Ages extolled the virtue of holy missions and heard that Crusaders killed innocent Muslims, they cried out "It's not our fault." When Brigadier-General Reginald...

Attractive, slim and 70, she squeezes soft wax into ears, and turning to me says, “You’ll like it.”

The 6 Train stops at Lexington to refrains of Ava Maria and pristine pictures of the missing reappear on graffetied walls always smiling, sometimes with friends, but mostly with children