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Having passed three score ten the end of days is fast approaching Where have all the sunsets gone while I was living day to day? Contemplate theli..

Of all the places I have been and all the paths that I have walked there are many I know I will never walk again. Such is the nature of things;..

I walk the old streets and realize they tore down the Endicott Theater to put up a savings bank in the same space where Poppa and I saw “Blo..

In the camp of dreams he s sitting on his balcony in Aleppo; the lights of his city now dimmed the street blackened and empty the clatter of crock..

We left our home in novecento padrone and prominenti ‘Ndrangheta and the priests the almond trees for golden streets. I wasn’t born wi..

Riding Acela to Boston Connecticut towns roll by coffee and church steeples a successful man in coat and tie recalling when three and twenty with..

Bougainvillea Passegiatta Old men doffing borsalinos wearing double breasted suits. Topolinos in the street run as if on memory pretty girls now..

Red Sea breeze and indigo sky pierced by a full moon hanging like the Christmas lights strung above the roof top bar. Potted palm fronds, barely m..

Paki cabbie one fare more drives in Manhattan dreams of Lahore Tiffin man washes dishes catches the subway Lakshmi wishes Mexico’s son ..

She wore a chignon in her hair pulling it tightly from her face Aragon’s image, caressed by time the walking ghost of Isabella. She moved al..