The late 1910s. Grandpa Vuolo wore it on those cold days when he looked for work. It was black wool, fine as camel hair, with a raised collar and large button; the coat easily reached his knees. It also had a curious angle pocket near the left collar. […]
I’m pleased to have two of my #tanka appear in today’s edition of Poets’ Salon (Poetry Corner) at ColoradoBoulevard.net for its Solidarity and Protest theme! Thank you, Kathabela Wilson!
The dishwasher hums, and the whooshing of its water drowns out the crickets. I eat my oatmeal out of Frankie’s Frosted Flakes bowl: not another clean one remains. warm aftertasteempty pill containersbeside bottles first published in Image Curve, May 14, 2020 UPDATE: for dVerse Poets’ OpenLinkNight #267 (pubtended […]
A new light illuminates the dashboard. I divert to Midas, in vain, as the shop opens at 7:30. I don’t have time to wait. The manual says that the light indicates my tire pressure is low. Since Midas has no air pumps outside the garage, I travel east […]
I leave late. The traffic begins at the Garden State Parkway connector. The New York State Thruway, covered in fiberglass and steel, stretches into the blinding brilliance of sunrise. I arrive at work after 8, when I needed to get there well before. taillightsthe long gap in frontof […]