CuppaGemma

Nectarines always seemed in season tickling in you intensely, c’mon c’mon little fruit shop made you want everything escarole, tomatoes, soft plums, zucchini to fry eggplants saying, “Me too”, and sweet peppers The family pushed your bundle across the gray brown counter worn from wooden slat pullers- C shaped things like skee ball markers which […]

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Bedford and Avenue H, schoolbooks riding unbelted shotgun cross to Ocean Avenue, not Bay Parkway weaving with buses, sanitation trucks, cement mixers and straight backed brick apartment buildings in red with attached fire escapes and retirees in folding chairs Green means go, and the kid whose radio outprices his car can certainly plow ahead while […]

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John sat with her furniture and his arms folded. The house, like his beer was finished. He was on a sofa that was too stiff to be comfortable, not allowed to place his feet up on the table and surrounded by walls in several colors he was told to remember were “coordinates”. She was no […]

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Her mother decided from the first that he was more than wonderful. Sasha knew better than to disagree. It was an fast way out of the tiny apartment with broken furniture and nothing she wanted to remember. It was a way away from soup for dinner that was really only made with onions, celery leaves […]

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