I Am My Own Echo

A cloud gives up its moisture as rain so plants can grow. An apple tree gives up its apples so … More

At the Top of the Stairs Entering the River of Illusions

When I was a kid growing up in Bellerose, Queens, New York City, most houses were pretty much the same. … More

I enjoy living in Charlottesville—the mountains, the people, the wineries. But sometimes I remember something I miss from living in … More

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

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