Ghost at the Hy-Vee
I’d seen him just two months before—his brother’s service, condolencesover orange juice—but when I shook Dan’s hand between aisles, my lips spoke Jack.Or Jack spoke Jack through me, slipping backby vowel rhyme, and…
The Dinner Party
1 In a dream, as in a dream,they sit around a roundtable, seven of them, friendsof each other and of me, too,including two of my oldestand closest. They look likea…
No Context
At 5:00 a.m., under the red line platform in Ambler Heights,you can’t see the river, sunrise breaking across the water, sunshinewarming the sandstone of the Hope Memorial Bridge.Unseen from here…
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