Archive for March, 2004

     When I came in quietly, checking on him, he had his back to me. He had a big bag of mothballs in his lap. He was throwing them at the wall. He was trying to make them stick in a pattern, but most of them fell on the floor.      “Do your homework!” I yell as […]


Watching old TV shows From when I was young Gives me flashes Of relaxing in that Vacuum packed Air conditioned Freezing cold Shield against the Seething hot Fried eggs on the sidewalk Melting humidity Thick dark curtains Pulled closed against The bright light And cruel Miami heat We kept the place Like a human storage […]