The Wingchair Traveller

The name is Joe: a typical American name carried around for 50 years by an atypical American male.   My parents still to this day tell ...

A rainy day, though not as much rainy as the threat of rain permeating the atmosphere.   Once in a while you will hear a little patteri...

  2             When darkness lured me up the staircase to his bedroom later, it was like crossing the threshold into...

"They have beauty, because in them is embodied the greatest of our imaginative delights,-that of giving body to our latent capacit...

I wrote this poem a few weeks ago, as Winter took over again after a late winter Buffalo heatwave.  It may need some working through, but I...

The following story is my response to Michael Cunningham's own response to Virginia Woolf's novel Mrs. Dalloway: “Mrs. Dalloway s...

I know it is here somewhere.  Guido said to look just past Vittorio Emmanuele, the wedding cake monstrosity monument that will always be par...