Then came the day they told me I was going to Pacific Garden Mission in Chicago. My mind barely registered what was written on the card, simply an address with no directions. I had a hazy thought of some run down homeless shelter in the middle of a bad neighborhood. Then I was out. After a year of being a lone shut-in that barely talked … Continue reading My Time at the Pacific Garden Mission
He’s out there on the corner soapin the streets at Foster and Walcott, the bodega owner’s son, or nephew, or cousin or whatever. If he’s even related to the owner. Maybe he is the owner. He looks too young to own his own corner store though, I don’t know. In any case he’s out there washing away the winter, the remnants of leaves and gravel … Continue reading Soapin the Streets
We leaned against the theater building as if we were waiting in line for tickets, but the show got out over an hour ago and I’m still waiting for you to take me to dinner. So I un-roll the program and re-read the same actors statement. We are under a broken streetlight, but down the corner to my right is another couple waltzing in a … Continue reading Too Much Light Makes the Baby Go Blind
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