We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars. -Oscar Wilde It was the habitat of ghosts, and a black suitcase stenciled AKC for my mother, Anne Kobrinsky Cohen, who is a spirit now. There was writing on the walls, some ours, some scrawled before our parents ever […]
From here I see three states at once: Virginia underfoot, Kentucky and West Virginia making up the vista, all three joining hands at the Tug. I wish you were here. The train is passing. It passes for a long time, wending uphill, around the bend and tunneling. They live for the chug, here, […]
I would have liked to flee to Marie, who would have driven this person from the city with a single brief appearance. But even the moon with its pocked face wanted, it seemed to me during this night, to mock me from a distance and to proclaim to me that I, too—as if in the […]
