Ivanhoe is not the star of the story that bears his name. Neither is Robin Hood, Friar Tuck, or Richard the Lionheart, who all have significant parts to play in the tale. The star is Rebecca, the “jewess.” That term, like “negress,” sounds not only old-fashioned to our 21st Century ears but racist, and thereContinue reading “Ivanhoe”
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Three more short ones…
television god preaching to the atheists miracles and grace trespassing again on your private property next time post a sign close your eyes for me see the things that can’t be seen tell me what you see
Three short ones…
the wind outside begging for mercy caught in the trap coffee for two mercy for millions lessons for one cloud across the moon the voice embraces silence then echoes in memory
The last car of the 6 train
I saw you bouncing up the stairs of the Bleecker Street station, determined to get into the last car of the 6 train, where I was standing. I don’t remember what song was playing but I know my foot was bouncing and my fingers were drumming on the side of the pole. You apologized toContinue reading “The last car of the 6 train”
Killing Christina – Part 4
I wake with the dream still more real than reality. There were three of us – me, Christina, and Death – sitting around a table. Death wasn’t in his stereotypical guise, with the hooded cloak and scythe. Instead, he wore a baseball cap, a T-shirt with something rolled up in its sleeve, and jeans. ButContinue reading “Killing Christina – Part 4”
