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The Crowd Was a Sea and the Sea Was Wondrous

  We rode the subway that day, my young mother and I, the two of us sardined into an iron horse on our way to what would be my first concert. Earth Day in Central Park, 1990, at the height of AIDS and New York City violence, awful hairstyles and neon everything. I’d been dying…

An Homage To Jack

                Many years ago, in the dawn of my dispirited youth, after an awful spell in foster care, and while my young mother withered away, I decided I’d had enough dysfunction foisted upon me. So I tossed some essentials into a backpack–we’re talking clothes, music and journals here,…