. . Riverside Park in Manhattan’s Upper West Side — near the area, 72nd to 79th, where I once volunteered weeding flowerbeds and taking out Coca Cola bottles and other leftovers of nightly romps among consenting adults, I hoped, even equipped with a key to the tool shed near the kids’ playground which I never … Continue reading →
I had this idea of making a fountain in my garden, and bought hardware and connecting hoses and a bag of cement. I would put the hardware in place with a scaffold and then make a mold around it and pour the concrete in the mold. After I bought these things I put them into … Continue reading →
The lack of snow, I suppose, is a blessing. On the cement of the sidewalk of my street, leaves that are long gone have left a mark. The mark is light-brown, like the tint of an old photograph, and only recognizable by its contour — gingko, maple, oak. It’s like a chemical exposure, the whole … Continue reading →
