Home from the sea, at last

IT’S A WONDER the tracks are not underwater more often, Mike thought. The New York Central train flew upstream under grey skies as raindrops streaked the windows. The swollen Hudson River seemed to be just below the windows, making it feel as if the river were higher than the rails. Continue reading

David’s errand

[A winter story to counter the summer heat. Enjoy!]


The curly-haired youth slammed the book shut and ran downstairs. His father had hitched the mule team to the wagon. A tall, Black slave about David’s age was loading the back. Isaiah Isaacs put his arm on his son’s shoulder. Continue reading