the edge I feel like I have walked along the edge of despair today not so much a cliff as a dimension you’ve seen it on tv when they move between one world and another somehow I sound crazy but between remembering Martin and visiting a nursing home and learning about Cyclone Freddy left me…
wonderings we act like it’s a week of happenings to call holy but it’s only a day or two most of the days go by silent and unscheduled like most days go by sure there’s the donkey and the coats in the road but then nothing much until supper for the last time when no…
extended run it was foggy and grey almost the whole day rain hung like a curtain in an empty theater the sun didn’t show until late afternoon by then we’d played our small scenes that felt more like a dress rehearsal for a series of solo acts or so it seemed but I don’t believe…
In my newsletter this week, I wrote about Caitlin Clark, the point guard for the Iowa Hawkeyes who are playing tonight for a spot in the National Championship Game on Sunday. In describing her prowess, I said, She is known for her shooting ability, particularly her three-pointers that she can drop from the confession stands…
soft opening the boys of summer took to the field at Fenway Park on a spring afternoon at the end of March with the sun shining and the temperature in the high thirties to start the season I watched from the couch with the pups and tried to learn the new names on the Olde…
hoop dreams I’ve spent the last two weekends following a sport I cannot play watching men and women spin and shoot with an ease I have never known inside my skin my basketball career began and ended in church leagues sixth grade I was benchwarmer an uninitiated American kid from Africa who didn’t know that…
daffodil the first daffodils opened this week as if they had marked their calendar for the start of spring in years past they have not been so punctual which is not entirely their fault I should say the lows at night still dance close to freezing and most of the garden is still in hibernation…
train of thought she saw me first as we stood in among the apples though I wasn’t the one she was looking for or at her eyes went over my head to catch the train that chugs around Bishop’s Orchards she squealed like she knew everyone on board or like she was a passenger on…
handscape I’ve been staring at my palms like they were a writing prompt or a collection of coded runes the deep rutted roads that run like poorly planned highways across an aging desert of skin ancient river beds now run dry from days when dreams roamed these valleys like dinosaurs I’ve stared long enough to…
tortilla sunset when I walked into the supermarket my dinner menu was still up in the air everything depended on whether or not they had Sweet Hawaiian tortillas I picked up two ripe avocados in an act of faith a couple of jalapeños too pushed the cart past the deli counter and turned towards the…