Suprise Me

My father appreciated every meal my mother prepared for him as if it were the best meal he'd ever eaten. Read More

Risking covid to save the nation. Wish me luck! Read More

There are many poets whose work I cherish. For instance, Robert Frost. I can easily recite all four stanzas of “Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening” and most of “The Road Not Taken,” although I don’t recall ever intentionally trying to memorize them. I love anything by e. e. cummings. I don’t know any… Read More

My mother volunteered, or was more likely pressured, into becoming the assistant den mother--a less likely role for her I can't imagine. Read More

My small screen Is a black hole That sucks me into The miasmic plasma Of hidden light, That both connects And separates me To and from others I sense the forever Yearning The existential hole Where we plug in Hoping to feel  An integrity  That constantly falls Apart, on its way To wholeness My tether… Read More

A museumgoer and an artist, I think a lot about the symbiosis between looker and maker. Read More

Charlie leered at me, “Hey doll, did you pop out tonight?” Charlie was Charles Werner Moore, a much-respected director, actor, and acting teaching at Brandeis (though I wouldn’t take a course with him until the following year) and director of the first Main Stage show my freshman year at Brandeis. He never learned young womens’… Read More

Story from 2017, moved to this prompt in response to John's story Great Performances. Read More

But the pandemic has exposed and eroded me, along with the world I live in.  Read More

Many years ago when I was a very young man, I was in Mexico fulfilling what was then one of my greatest bucket list dreams; trying to catch a giant Marlin. As a boy, many times while laying in the tall cool green grass waiting for a Rainbow trout to take my bait I closed… Read More