9-11 and the Butterfly Cycle

  I was working in  New York City on September 11, 2001.  Seventeen years later I still find myself crying involuntarily throughout the day, I’m crying now as I write this. I avoid television so I don’t have to be exposed to that horrific image of the towers on fire, and I’m not sure IContinue reading “9-11 and the Butterfly Cycle”

Cape and Cowl

He sits on a stool beneath an old boxing heavy bag. It hangs motionless. The scuffs and soft-spots hint at a life of abuse. The sounds of grunts, and the slapping of leather on leather all but echoes, locked inside the concrete walls and fiberglass insulation dripping from the rafters.  He looks up from aContinue reading “Cape and Cowl”