Letter from Long Island

“People always say they’ll write [letters], but they never do.” —Alice Doesn’t Live Here Anymore Today, M., I rode the S59 bus to Sayville, that typically kinder iteration of our one-traffic-light hyphenated station-name hometown, and though I wasn’t looking for him I did the Catholic gestures when I noticed the statue Jude, patron of dashed-hope… More

Interior With George Harrison Song

Leonard Gontarek Mouthing the wind that falls into the trees and behind the trees. So good to be home. Clouds break up like small planes. The cardinals and bluebirds at home. My feet up on God’s coffee table, setting down my drink without a cocktail napkin. What Gontarek would do. Grandmother in her wedding gown,… More