At the end of the movie The Third Man—which some polls have elected the greatest movie of all time—there is a sequence that is so blatant in its symbolism as to be corny. Soldiers, police, good guys and bad guys… Read More ›
Jonah
This is my poem for Terminal B
And for my son, and with thanks to the JFK Airport, Langston Hughes and Frank O’Hara You know you’re in love when you look forward to going to an airport with someone, and Waiting with him in the line… Read More ›
Sick
Revised September 2013 from Sequence 5 text, January 2004 [click for pdf] Sick, I went with my son, then two years old, to the drugstore in the village where we had a weekend house. It so happened that this… Read More ›
On vacation
Dear Readers, My son, his cousin and I are off to Vermont for our annual week of fun in the woods and lakes, and on ballfields of various sorts (to say nothing of group singing and lying in our tent… Read More ›
News from the front lines
[Click for pdf] (1) My son, now 12, has a problem. He loves to compete, he loves to play sports, he loves being part of teams, and his world offers plenty of opportunities to do these things. But these opportunities… Read More ›
John Ruskin and His Mother
FROM SEQUENCE 4 November 2002 Version later published in Third Coast. I do not know what details of her son’s childhood John Ruskin’s mother later remembered, or, had she lived in a different era, what memories of her famous son she… Read More ›
Dans le Metro, morning rush
FROM SEQUENCE 2013 May 2013 Dans le Metro, morning rush, a baby girl wrapped in pink, reclining in her stroller, her mother holding the stroller and a colorful bag full of baubles, rattles, blankets, milk. I would not be surprised… Read More ›
