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Dear Montreal

Nov 11th, 2011 | By | Category: Essays

I wanted to tell you I miss you like an old lover I never could get over. I miss your silence in the winter cold and the warmth of summer days spent in your company. I miss the laughter in …



The Living Morgue

Sep 19th, 2010 | By | Category: Essays
The buzzword that has Americans up in a roar these days is healthcare reform. As Barack Obama has put healthcare reform first and foremost on the list of changes that Americans can look forward to, Americans are fighting back fiercely.


The Night I Drove Freeman Home

Aug 26th, 2010 | By | Category: Essays
We had come out of the Out Loud Open Mike meeting at Melrose’s Beebe Estate into a slick wind and minor patches of ice and snow.


The Dumpmaster’s Boy

Jun 26th, 2010 | By | Category: Essays
Ears I had, and eyes, and I used them well. Before I walked by the group of men on the corner, bringing my grandfather’s lunch to the city dump where he worked, I knew they’d be talking about me.


Decision Borne by April Water

May 3rd, 2010 | By | Category: Essays
I was fishing off the bridge over the Ipswich River, a few hundred yards from the Topsfield Fairgrounds.


Uncertainty Speaks Volumes in the Sound of “Clock”

Apr 2nd, 2010 | By | Category: Essays
In the vast clock-like machine that is our world


A terror state of siege

Apr 2nd, 2010 | By | Category: Essays
"Terror" is a varied collection of themes with echoes across its different parts, all equally vital to the whole.


“In Riskdom where I Lived”

Apr 2nd, 2010 | By | Category: Essays
Abdolrezaei ’s life and work does not fit into tidy pigeonholes.


This Old House of Mine

Mar 6th, 2010 | By | Category: Essays
For history and legend sakes, certain attributes, character traits if you will, have to be appointed here at the beginning of This Old House (C. 1742), home for half a century of my life.


Dilligaf: The Limbo

Mar 5th, 2010 | By | Category: Essays
Getting on a real Ferris wheel is sometimes a better way to have my head spin. Sheher Dilli surpasses that wretched giant toy.