Numb fingers and cracked
hands confront the icy rain.
The wind goes through my body
making fun of my layers.
Short gusts of breath float into the
air, the only warmth in my body
Bob McTeirnan worked for the city for twenty-eight years. He was a plumber at one of the city’s housing projects. He’d been there since the old law tenements had been torn down and the urban renewal plan was […]
kevin davitt wrote a new post, We Return You to His Regularly Scheduled Childhood 8 months ago
IT’S over. Finished. Kaput.
Emancipation is mine.
After hundreds of hours spent in the car — racing to practices at the home field, running late to games in Newark and Ho Ho Kus, picking up, dropping off — […]
The ice crashes into the glass, soon to be submerged with my thoughts.
Drown it all. These are my happy hours. Wet the slate clean.
The doctor said he couldn’t drink. Drink and you die, abst […]
From the time I was 4 or 5 until I was 17, we spent summers in Breezy Point — bungalows and then the Surf Club.
We’d travel down to the club from Flatbush in the morning — around 10 a.m. or so — and Mom would […]
It was Sunday – a very hot Sunday and the neighborhood was quiet. The heat created a veil – almost void of air or sound.
The only noise came from air conditioners humming and whirring and the dripping […]
I recommend that you get rescued. That is, when looking for a dog, let them rescue you. Sure, there are boutique and purebred dogs that need homes, no doubt. But, no one abandoned them. Shelter dogs are wai […]
I wanted the picture to be a promise.
A symbol of love that smells like a fresh bloom. Time fades in the background.
A place that didn’t really matter anyway.
It sits on my desk and whispers stories I’ […]
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It is the light she seeks these days
Passing me over, not even a side glance
She walks towards the glistening until it tickles her face
When her gaze has moved from the dark
Her eye lids gently shut to […]
I went home to a place I’ve never been. Mountains confronted the sea, with only small cottages dividing the two. Roads were narrow with sheep crossing, slowing the pace of a racing mind. Passing a sign that […]