“Anthony Martignetti lives in Boston, in the Italian North End, the home of the Prince Spaghetti Company. Anthony knows a lot about Prince, because it’s something that grows you. Most days, Anthony takes his time going home, but today is Wednesday, and in the North End of Boston, Wednesday is Prince Spaghetti day.” – from […]
The Shield of Achilles
She looked over his shoulderFor vines and olive trees,Marble well-governed citiesAnd ships upon untamed seas,But there on the shining metalHis hands had put insteadAn artificial wildernessAnd a sky like lead. A plain without a feature, bare and brown,No blade of grass, no sign of neighborhood,Nothing to eat and nowhere to sit down,Yet, congregated on its […]
True Grit
“I had hated these ponies for the part they played in my father’s death but now I realized the notion was fanciful, that it was wrong to charge blame to these pretty beasts who knew neither good nor evil but only innocence. I say that of these ponies. I have known some horses and a […]
Baseball
When we were kids Dad would listen to ballgames on an old transistor radio that he hauled upstairs from his workbench. It was a tan rectangle with an oversized dial backlit with an orange glow. He plugged it into the kitchen socket and ran the radio out to the picnic table on an extension cord. […]
Family Vacation
“How will we know when we get there?” I asked from the back seat. “What do you mean?” my Mom replied. “I mean, will it be different?” She laughed. “You mean, will it look different?” “Yeah.” “No. It will look much like home.” “Oh. OK,” I said, more than slightly disappointed. I sat back and […]
