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  • Something Happened

    A long read inspired by Jill Talbot‘s “Emergent.” Something happened to me at the Catholic seminary—seventy miles northwest of the Bronx in Middletown, New York. I changed forever. Life before the seminary was not idyllic, but it was simple. 1948-1962.… Continue reading

    Something Happened
  • The ‘Where Are You From?’ Question

    The question is always the same. The speaker is different. “Where are you from?” In the beginning, dating back to the sixties, I would say proudly, The Bronx. And I would think, that was enough. But, the questioner, sometimes some white guy… Continue reading

    The ‘Where Are You From?’ Question
  • Fat

    I was inspired by “My body is a cage of my own making” by Roxane Gay. This essay is about me and no one else. There was no disputing the blood test results. I am more than pre-diabetic. I’m on… Continue reading

    Fat
  • daydreaming

    daydreamingI remember a faint foggy memory—south bronxrican and dominican rootsthe patterson projectsjohn adams housesa child into a teenagerdates days places people their names have faded awaylike the clouds i would stare at through my fifth-floor windowi was that kind of… Continue reading

    daydreaming
  • Broken

    America is broken. It prompts the question: was it ever not broken? According to the MAGA crowd, there was a time when it was great—a nation that inspired praise and intense patriotism and loyalty.         There was a time in… Continue reading

    Broken
  • The Long Walk Home

    The following is a rewrite of a previously written poem for a Creative Nonfiction class. Unlike the fiction of the poem, the following is true. It was our parents’ rule: don’t run after fire trucks. “You could fall behind them… Continue reading

    The Long Walk Home
  • The True Criminals

    I want to feel safe from them. The criminals Who steal from us Who take our children from us Who rape us Who shoot us Who murder us.Them. I want to feel safe from them. The criminals That take bribes… Continue reading

    The True Criminals
  • gaza

    A plea for the shouting to end and the peace to begin. some things are not different this timethe woman who shouts i am not your enemythe man who shouts you are my enemythe woman who shouts kill all zioniststhe… Continue reading

    gaza
  • Ok Boomer

    Ok, I’ve never quite understood the whole “insult” thing between Baby Boomers (those born between 1946 and 1964) and everyone who came after us: Gen Xers and Millennials, or Generation Z (Wikipedia). I read that there is a new generation called Generation… Continue reading

    Ok Boomer
  • The Luckiest Person Alive

    Luck > Noun [mass noun] success or failure apparently brought by chance rather than through one’s own action. Oxford English Dictionary. Not to diminish all the hard work I’ve put in over the years to succeed and fail—sometimes it feels… Continue reading

    The Luckiest Person Alive