The Lares

On my way home after  working nightshift at the hospital, I see wreckage common here in Utica at winter’s end—two deer carcasses  tossed onto snowbanks beside the road.  Of course, I think about their fawns, old enough  to be on their own—oblivious.  And I think of human children— times when I have seen  one in […]

Vox, Vocis

The air hoards voices—and so many sounds: distant sirens, the neighbor’s children chattering along with starlings and chickadees. Old men outside bodegas, gawking, gossiping. Underneath these, the paper-like crumpling of dry leaves, as though the air was writing everything down, compulsively taking notes— what did he say? Something about voices, something about birds. The air […]