Small Love Affairs Gone: Music, Memory, Missing
I’ll admit: when I decided to give up my own music and let other people pick what I listened to…
Category: Original Lit
The Bricklayer
Danny O’Toole suddenly found himself hovering somewhere between time and space; hearing conversations from people who were not there. He…
Ode to Annelids
Here I am walking to class, bending over in my raincoat and big clunky Wellingtons, trying to balance my umbrella…
Muddy Brixton Morning and Other Poems
Deep down it hurts, Bewildering cycles and still The dreams pulsing with the rain and the people, Distant utopias mirrored…
Purim & My Bangladeshi Friend
Not so long ago I used to commute by train from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania (where I lived) to Wilmington, Delaware (where…
Día de los Muertos
They all come for the celebration. Dead And undead alike. Their wild-eyed mask Adorning skeletons. Eating and drinking For the…
Cryptanalysis of the Enigma
there are things about myself I cannot decode here I am in the tube, Croxley, Watford, at the end of…
Choking on a Dream
I just like imagining somebody choking to the tune of Jock Jams. Is there something wrong with that? If so,…
The Only One
Ever took the stairs slowly, each step getting a bit harder than the last to hoist up her hundred-pound body.…
A Beleaguered Search
I hardly knew my old friends; nevertheless, when they said they were coming I felt obliged, from the same sense…