The Bag of Masks

I started imagining one of those cake-decorating bags filled with icing. The kind with a small metal tip at the … More

The Balloon of Awareness

I imagine a long, narrow balloon — the kind used to twist into animals — filled completely with air. Not … More

I woke up with a leftover dream. I was holding this nut-shaped thing. Not a walnut exactly. It had a … More

I am standing on the sidewalk in Brooklyn, on Amboy Street just down the corner from Pitkin Avenue, small enough … More

Years ago, I worked in a greeting card store. It sold everything: cards, candy, ice cream, cigarettes, toys, books—probably more … More

I’m sitting in the car, not driving, just waiting. Rain falls steadily, tapping the roof in soft, uneven rhythms. The … More

The body is a faithful, self-navigating vessel, a Bio-Mechanical Locomotive that requires no instructions from me to manage the heavy … More

I started by watching birds outside the window. They were coming and going, hopping, pecking at seed, flying off and … More

Imagine a mirror that reflects everything in front of it — trees, faces, sunlight, clutter, beauty, fear, yesterday’s argument, tomorrow’s … More

I remember those days like they were yesterday. The field stretched out wide, and the ball came off the bat … More