Since the previous post is about After Hours, I thought it appropriate to post a poem of mine that was published by Al DeGenova and P. Hertel in After Hours in 2002. Transported Riding home from the orthodontist on the crowded Lawrence Avenue bus, my body swaying to its stops and lurches, holding the sweaty metal pole, I stood before an old man, his gray cement eyes set on me so I smiled, imagining I was brightening his … [Read more...]