The Boys of Lincoln Street
Five Small Legends from a Long Summer Preface Lincoln Street was the whole world once - cracked asphalt for outfields, maples for scoreboards, and porch fans humming like crowds in the stands. We were kings with gloves for crowns and pockets full of gum and luck. Every bruise was a medal, every laugh a victory parade. These poems remember that world - not just the games, but the friendship stitched between them. The way we faced down winters with courage, and each other with grins. The way one missed catch could become a myth. The way a single…
The Fog at Elmira Heights
A Remembrance in Shadows and Smoke ...if we don't wake up to find ourselves safe in our beds, it could come again. To the ships at sea who can hear my voice, look across the water, into the darkness. Look for the fog. - Adrienne Barbeau as Stevie Wayne
The Night My Courage Clocked Out
A Memoir of Fear in Someone Else’s Living Room November 24, 1979 Sweetest singing I ever heard. And a feeling like drowning. And eyes...eyes! - Mike Ryerson, Salem's Lot
