A Childhood in Four Acts

End of October, days recede quickly into night. Leaves fall in slow motion.

A Hint for Next Christmas

The presents you receive will not have been chosen with such care.

A Sleigh Ride

Some inner voice told her that now or never her fate would be decided.

A Small Blip on an Eternal Timeline

I grabbed him by the face and told him life only comes to a person once.

All Good Things Are Surprises

So, Ida, are you a Jew or a nudist? Do you believe in Hanukkah?

All the Trimmings

The old man drinks some more liquor and whacks down two trees.

An English Christmas

There were more whispered speculations about his relative sobriety.


In every pair, one shoe smells of exodus, the other of the body’s sweat.

Angels All Around, 1956

It’s just a great big old world with Santa and angels all around.

Annabel Begins

Poems and stories are the whisperings of angels we cannot see.

Another Christmas

‘Isn’t this great?’ she said. ‘A bit of peace for ourselves?’ ‘No one could go into a cafe on their own on Christmas Day.’


I wouldn’t sleep a second, knowing the catastrophe I’d set in motion.

Break Room

Creating so many mail merges, loading ink, unjamming paper.

Burning Cold

Jimmy’s jacket, mittens, and shirt were in a pile next to his frozen body.

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Christmas Eve

I knew my father started the fire. It’s not the first place he’s burned down.

December 24, 1971

Floods of faces, no sign of a pathway toward Bethlehem, shut off by blizzard.

Dublin Christmas

The streets were filled with couples and families on their way home.


She leaned back to accommodate the sweet delirium of his hands.

Four Poems

Who are we? Without one another, who will we be?

Fun Facts!

Hot Springs

The judge’s mother was impossible; her mere presence was infuriating.

In Sloane Street

Pushing by the man, he ran down the street towards the station.


She looked over through the falling snow. “Jack?” she said. “Is that you?”

Marking the Swans and Other Poems

I never entered no-man’s-land by any light brighter than the palest moon.

Merry Elf

They’d developed Santa’s entire system, had written the code.


She wags her index finger so furiously that I’m certain it will snap off.

On Good Resolutions

For my part, I do not want a Happy Christmas: I want a Merry Christmas.

One Day

He was reading Our Town. She studied the departure board.


The church was clearly the work of a madman driven crazy by the wind.