Four families old she stands against the rain Green shutters with wooden flecks And a porch gently warped and peeling The broom-clean foyer stands behind the oak and glass door, A common mosaic in black and white tile beneath our … Continue reading →
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Tagged poetry
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I’ve re-posted these pictures from Stony Brook, NY. I took them down because there was a dispute over who actually took them, my daughter or my sister. I wasn’t there at the time, so I can’t say definitively who took … Continue reading →
In spring of 2006 I was attempting a rewrite of a twenty-three year old story about a teacher at a prep school in upstate New York. The original story was awful, but there was something about the characters and their … Continue reading →
