The ceiling of our church is the underside of a piano, those rolls and baubles, carved rods, that make fancy furniture from rude trees. The service had been: nine slain. People had cried, well, Episcopalian cried– sniffling and wiping eyes. When I stood in the water the evening after the day at the beach, I […]
Read More SirensThe Mermaid Parade was nice, the ride there was nicer. A female “sailor” with a “mustache” was standing next to a cooler, and what would probably become a tail. We got on the D train, and a guy asked us if anyone was going to Coney Island. Yes, I said. What is it like, he […]
Read More ParadeToday a kid asked me what my religion was, I used to dodge that question, today I just told him. I don’t know why. Episcopalian. I mean Christian. Episcopalian. Did you, like, grow up in the church? Yeah. My family’s very religious. He’s Catholic. Other kid nodded. He’s Catholic. I’m nothing. I mean, I’m a […]
Read More YoursYou, technicolor, have no fears. You, in lights, the water is invitation to Europe, Europe, who now comes to you, not bashful at all, you are, Europe comes to you. The thunder doesn’t make anyone look up, like rabbits, or wonder where the cat carrier is. Back home it means fearful times of tiny footprints […]
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