I was sixteen and mesmerized by the graffiti – framed by tunnels, bridges, and walls of industrial buildings. It seemed the only view on an Amtrak train from Springfield, Mass ...
Paul pulled his sedan over to the curb in front of the house. The sedan’s battered engine rattled ominously as Paul shifted into reverse. Paul, used to the auditory threat ...
Photo by Rick Pilot.
Be quiet.
You’ve been living in a strange house. It’s a sunny afternoon, but Mom’s upstairs with a stomach ache and Dad’s mapping a route. He’s desperate to ...
Photo by Joiseyshowaa
I didn’t know the history of the West Side Highway when my mom and I started walking it in the mid-1970s. All I knew was that it was ...
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My dad is driving fast. His sizeable right foot encased in a dark brown extra-wide double-E sized work shoe presses on the pedal, heavy with impatience.
He always ...
“It was because that proud moment of success could never be recaptured.”
Brothers’ relationship is changed forever—but the memories stay the same.
Easter comes to a rough neighbourhood.
