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A Dark Force is Calling All Cars

Snap out of it, I told my golem friend. There are more important things than dwelling in the past perfect, no need to cry over spilled chicken soup nor hunger after latkes with sour cream. Love comes in different varieties, some as easy as heating up … Continue reading

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The First Flying Woman

The old woman who lived in the bottom apartment called me. Her name was Basuma. Freckles covered her hands and arms and made her look like a ripe banana. She pointed to a tree in our backyard. “Look! The momma … Continue reading

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Ghosts: Sequel 2

She pointed to the bronze and wooden statuettes. The fact that she didn’t think the ghost was my husband, interested me while at the same time, I was happy he wasn’t messing with her mind. His own mind occupied a … Continue reading

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Saguaro

Not the freaking desert, my father would rather spend his day at the beach, my mother, always in charge of food, packed egg sandwiches and a tall thermos, passed an insulated plaid bag to my uncle who cursed, took the … Continue reading

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Visiting Hours

In a loosely gathered knot, cousins from different airports arrive at her bedside, morphine placed beneath her tongue, a liquid sacrament. Friends want her to recognize them, to repeat names, to remember how they used to spend summers together with … Continue reading

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A&E and the Story of Retirement

We all know the story: Eve plucks the apple from the Tree and God shows her and hubby Adam where to find the time clock. Of course, every tradition has a twist to the story, but it all leads back … Continue reading

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Autumnal

Maples wrap branches around my rib cage,
a trap of orange and gold leaves filter translucent light,
and like an unsuspecting moth, I’m sucked in Continue reading

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Glenda the Good Witch at the Craps Table

There are no more brooms to burn.
No more truncated truces. Continue reading

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Morning Glories

“…that was that, we could do no more—had to trust to sun and water and time…” My first garden grew in the Hunts Point section of the Bronx where every spring my mother would order morning glory seeds from the … Continue reading

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Stormy Weather

A storm begins as a harmless patter, a shuffle on the pavement, an occasional trip-trap coming down at the same tempo, target practice increasing in accuracy until its velocity becomes more insistent, a spring downpour, the ahhing of earth absorbing … Continue reading

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