Spider Veloce

Dad picked the perfect time to try to kill himself. He had always had a flair for that sort of thing. Dramatic exits, comedic timing. I had never…


Four Religious Poems

To Know God, to Love God, and to Serve God I am a bowl of fruit on a shelf in a store in Chinatown, rotting--- Evaporating up and breathing sweetness…


The World Made Clean

The first cases were detected on a Wednesday. A couple of guests developed symptoms; like good citizens, they reported the matter to management. Mr.…


Three Autobiographical Poems

Apartment Near the BQE (After Edward Hopper) Light coffee, mostly cream Sun slanting through the screen I fell asleep again Just after you had left…


The Queen of the Seminarians

Sunday morning, spring semester: sun melting the frost on courtyard grass, light streaming in through stained glass. Sacristans swishing about in…


Three Religious Poems

Minor Seminary The ghostly weight of cassocks hanging on doors---the slight drag of polyester in the air, draped shapes without heads or hands or…


Liberty

The sun turned the sky purple and everything under the sky black. Jessie was standing outside looking at the shapes which had once been objects. The…


COVID Diary

I met up with Renard (not his real name) in the yellow afternoon glow of an empty Union Square. He had his bike with him, trying to pick up any…


“In Small Cities or Large Towns,” “When We Were Poor,” and “Rooms Like This”

In Small Cities or Large Towns The world appears more clearly in some places than In others: like the things created step aside And the invisibility…


The Golden Women

Zach Amarosa was a collector of women. He had never intended to be one, but that was how he ended up. When he began, he tried to be respectful; at…