On the ground floor, near the gift shop, is the mechanical wing, with sections for vehicles, factories, heavy equipment, and office machinery. A rare recording of FDR’s typist is the …

Strange how we go on looking in the lessening light, along the highway, looking for the things thieves pitched from the smashed windows of our van as they drove and …

When he crouched with an eye to the peephole hoping for a glimpse of his neighbor, who, he was convinced was beautiful (“Well, she has a beautiful voice,” he explained, …

They came to see the piñata. The piñata hung from a crane and swayed with a swollen gut of newspaper and paste. They listened as the piñata creaked like a …

Just this: Consider that you are here and there Is a bar or six at the window and you are dying To escape. And on the television The operatic Which …

At your fortieth birthday, on a moonlit beach, One of your guests is late. You save a plate. A place is clean and set Amid the after–dinner mess. Why are …

It comes to you often in the moments that you have alone: perhaps you’ve died. Climbing the stairs between offices, you’ve noticed it, a slowing of perception, a slightly altered …

Under the toenail, lights. He wants it gone of course, fungal mess; the bed has grown its gloom over the months. I’ll prescribe the usual; pills, painless. Just scribble it …