Boston Marathon Tribute
Back and There Again Elbows at eye level and instrument cases in the aisle, the city bus passes by the pranksters’ university across the bridge through the music school barrio [...]
Yelling, Outside, Raking People didn’t know where to stand in a situation where running was supposed to be a good thing. There is something about backpacks, bombs, and Boston. A [...]
We are Boston Strong We are one Boston, WE ARE BOSTON STRONG Where I’m from You are taught not to fold We will run Until our sneakers sound like thunder [...]
Marathon of Other Plans Imagine there's no Heaven./It's easy if you try. No Hell below us./Above us only sky. For the wounded, for the deceased, for the people who live [...]
The Boston Marathon Bombing (One year after) flex of a muscle under belly of sky legs of a city cut down to bone, healing and no healing, redemption is not muscle [...]
what happens is, a week or so later, a man finds a piece of pressure cooker shrapnel stuck in the rolled-up cuff of his jeans, Proctor Silex still legible on [...]
Marathon Doubtless, Philippides had no time to wash the stain and stench of battle, before he ran fresh from the carnage of Marathon. His sandals still caked with blood and [...]
I Saw Myself on the Dudley Bus That Day I saw myself on the Dudley bus that day his eyes: a blinking, flirt with the mid-winter's sun- watching the slow, [...]
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