Bernie
Photo used under a Creative Commons license from flickr user Jasperdo In the 1970s, I was living in Waverly, near the old Memorial Stadium. The city neighborhood was nearly all white, working class. I had just moved from Southwest Baltimore […]
Bernie
By Len Shindel
Photo used under a Creative Commons license from flickr user Jasperdo In the 1970s, I was living in Waverly, near the old Memorial Stadium. The city neighborhood was nearly all white, working class. I had just moved from Southwest Baltimore […]
Mac
Mac peered over his machine. His frantic foreman missed the wiser-than-you’ll-ever-be smile. Mac was never disrespectful. But nobody messed with Shop Steward Billy McGuire, WWII U.S. Army Veteran. I caught the big guy’s dry smile myself, radical know-it-all I
Coalescence
I peel leaf-colored clumps from my shovel. The clay carries memories, art class, wonders of the kiln, the rabbi’s head on a silver dish atop my grandmother’s mahogany table, forever pliable and moist, sculptures adorning the
We’ll Be Fine
The presidential scholar drips delicate fingers down his chin. With smooth, white, Ivy-infused certitude, he promises. Our institutions are strong. We will be just fine. Let’s hope, the anchor replies, profusely praising his brilliance, deftly slipping into
Revolt
Animals go loony when earthquakes and volcanoes gather their murderous forces. But dogs and owners sleep silently even as teachers in the hamlets of West Virginia summon the courage of miners and rich kids
Anne Judy Godwin Poem II
Anne Judy Godwin Poem II odd times like the way a sunbeam hits a car's chrome I remember Anne "Judy" Godwin who I met Ocean City, MD, 1961 the evening ocean graying and then the color
Oasis Bridesmaids
You told me to stay with your brothers at the open bar, while you kicked off the glowing shoes that tragically matched the vomit pink of your bridesmaids’ gowns. You bounced to join
Given the Space Between Trees
Space, like time, is psychological as well as physical —Georgia O'Keeffe —Laleh and Ledan Bijani, 29-year-old Iranian twins joined at the head, died
Statues
He sits like one of the park’s statues, knit cap pulled down to his eyes, blanket tugged up to his mouth, five rotten teeth his most memorable feature. I put a dollar in
Captain America in the Mirror
i am a broken plastic superhero i was so captain america but the orgies of tornadoes and the prophecies from the underground shelters have disintegrated my shield no one wants to reach out give it is all take the