A cream filled cannoli bursting with lemon flavor. Tastes like summer. This dazzling day full of promise, accompanied by outdoor cafe...

Mrs. Knapp had been a teacher prior to her retirement, whereupon she became simply old Mrs. Knapp (as she was referred to by all the kids...

Photo by Clara The day he died, we started to live. We were lucky that way – being alive. Many don’t make it. On his last day I was under...

The day we met, a major storm was brewing. The city was a flurry with bits of paper and garbage whipping about in a crazy dance of leaps,...

I was hit squarely with the strong distinctive odor of cabbage and fried schnitzel while descending the stairs from my friend’s fourth...

The Letter “S” Solitary and solicitous to remain so, or so, he thought. He shunned prosaic societal situations and opted for studious...

The Letter “I” I have always had an insatiable interest in the intricate innermost workings of his mind. After all, he left an indelible...

We were completely surrounded. Bodies pressing into us, hands prying and violating; a crush of human flesh and bones. The ATM’s had been...

Jessie the cat Lived in our flat On the last floor Behind the green door Jessie sat on the sill All curled up and still Watching the...

THE LETTER “H” He lets himself go back to the halcyon days, pre-hardship and hallucinations; before his cheeks and heart hollowed out. He...

Next door of sisters there are three Here it’s just mom and dad and me Feeling quite bored I captured a bee And lovingly fed it flowers...

THE LETTER “B” Bereavement brought with it belligerent and bellicose behavior, bred bloodcurdling rage and burgeoning blackness of mood....

The church in the main square is emptying out and the bars and cafes are filling up on a shimmery Sunday in early Spring. Linda is on...