August in the City

I wrote this poem last year on a park bench in Washington Square Park. I carried an umbrella, walking down Fifth Avenue, waiting for the rain to fall. I held one of Patti Smith’s first books at the Strand. I admired Robert Mapplethorpe’s photographs at the Guggenheim. I told a man from Africa about ToniContinue reading “August in the City”

Uncertain Spring

The first quote in The New York Time’s Plague Season, Through the Eyes of Writers is by Virginia Woolf. “It was an uncertain spring.” Uncertain is a good way to put it. We don’t know how long this will last or what will happen when life is allowed to slowly wake up again. There’s aContinue reading “Uncertain Spring”

The Best Christmas Gift

Thirteen years ago today, my parents took me to PetSmart after speech therapy to look at the cats. We had gotten a cat earlier in the year who turned out to be kind of a dud. She was sweet but full of nerves (still is). Little did I know, my parents had been to PetSmartContinue reading “The Best Christmas Gift”