Morning Song

Jason came up out of the subway on Tuesday when there was a break in the storm to busk in the space between the Dunkin’ Donuts and the bus stop.  He came equipped with a borrowed guitar, his own harmonica, and a smashed brown fedora he’d owned for decades.  He called it his magic hat:  … Continue reading Morning Song

In the Aftermath of the Wind

Written with my Thursday night group with the prompts:  twenty past midnight, what used to live under your bed, if you come to a fork take it, why are you being so stubborn, most want to go to heaven, and the sun pours down like honey, in the aftermath of wind, I thought I was. … Continue reading In the Aftermath of the Wind

Unthinkable

Written with my Thursday group with the prompts:  hard to be human, when she refused him he. . ., the loneliness, run out of. . ., viscous, a large cat’s body but not a cat, challenge, everybody likes a puppy, think the unthinkable and tell me a story, the sky you were born under, laughter is … Continue reading Unthinkable

Wagons

Years ago I had a student named Joseph who was deaf and mute and on the autism spectrum.  He was 9 years-old, with big brown eyes, and sandy hair.  I loved him and I knew he trusted me.  When it was time to come in from the playground, he could not hear the bell, so … Continue reading Wagons