Gray pigeons and squirrels trouble
a leafless suburban street,chattering past gas stations
and forgotten hopes, while gray
people slouch in gloveless poverty,
grime-spattered jalopies clattering
through colorless slop.
But some children remember
that on the pine hill, hidden
from the gray houses live yellow
monkeys, screaming cosmic glee
amidst make-believe jungles,
that down the street live ...
by Elizabeth Boyce
Just a few years back, my youngest daughter innocently summed up my work to new friends saying: “Oh, and that’s my mom.” As they passed by, she added, “She works with dead people.”
She wasn’t wrong. I do spend an inordinate amount of time ...
A TRIP DOWN MEMORY LANE WITH ST. VINCENT’S
Looking at the history of St. Vincent’s takes us back to the year 1903. At the corner of Main Street and Hawley Avenue, then the last stop on a Bridgeport trolley line, a piece of farmland became the ...