I knew Del had been in prison before he told me.  I knew it before I knew it. I knew it peripherally, in the blurry pocket of consciousness that hindsight slaps into focus.  Eventually he told me himself, then asked me if I still wanted to see him on the weekend. We’d planned dinner and a movie. I said yes…

On the Italian coast, they pick your swimsuits for you. They don’t ask what you want. They don’t ask your size. They look you over and say, aspetta un attimo. You’re old with puckered skin, you’re 15 and shy, you’re fat as gelato — va bene. You don’t…

I’m trying to remember why I didn’t want to go home to California that year The wet pacific coast, rugged with ochre cliffs and soft with winter fog, was usually a comfort.  I remember smoking Marlboro Lights out the window and cold, dry air floating in through Morningside Park trees. I burned…

At the track, high school students warm up with lacrosse sticks and soccer cleats. The grass is cropped close to the earth, fresh green nearly gold in the the summer evening. Blue and lavender clouds gather beyond the trees, the sun sighing low in the midwest sky…