Month: May 2019

Miss Jones, AngelBuster

  Like so . . .   In the Library by Charles Simic   for Octavio   There’s a book called “A Dictionary of Angels.” No one has opened it in fifty years, I know, because when I did, The covers creaked, the pages Crumbled. There I discovered   The angels were once as plentiful […]


Debbie (Downer) does Mother’s Day

It’s a good thing I passed by a playground before I found the cemetery I was on the hunt for. Because “Happy Mother’s Day, I see dead people” is twisted, even for a twisty elf like me.   But I do see dead people this Mother’s Day—my mother who died the week before Mother’s Day […]


The zen of somersaults

    The Bagel by David Ignatow   I stopped to pick up the bagel rolling away in the wind, annoyed with myself for having dropped it as it were a portent. Faster and faster it rolled, with me running after it bent low, gritting my teeth, and I found myself doubled over and rolling […]