Son of the District
I wasn't the gangster type, all loco to draw down on some fools, but you've got to protect your interests, and I was mainly interested in not getting peeled… More
Three Poems by Kiki Petrosino
You died in the pith of August. You left us. / In rageful choke, in dust: you left us. // On your coffin lid: Going Home. A bluebird. /… More
Letter to My Grandnephew
I have a little yellow plastic bead shaped like an elephant. It is standing on a small red, hexagonal box that sits on top of my TV set. The… More
Painting the Sunset
It’s said that too many cooks spoil the broth and two women under one roof is one too many. It couldn’t have been easy for my Aunt Margie to… More
Snail’s House
The formative experience of reading cannot be ignored. We are not just the product of a family or of a society, of a religion or of an ethnicity, of… More
from Kissing the Sword
“Don’t you all constantly claim that you’re opposed to America? Then why has news of the shuttle exploding upset you so much?” She looked at me wide-eyed and said,… More
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