The Songs Are in Your Eyes

Arlene visited the Bistro today. I got to hold her baby girl for the first time. Fluvio took this picture of us with his cell phone. As I was holding her I remembered the lyrics from a U2 song: Freedom has a scent Like the top of a new born baby’s head The songs are...

Homeless Guy

I’m walking towards the Bistro. It’s cold out today. I pull my jacket around me, trying to hold in the warm air from my car’s heater. But the surrounding buildings conspire to funnel a biting wind that washes over me. I shiver. I’ll be glad to get inside. Navigating...

Ship Afire

“Something’s really wrong with table 23,” Saroya says. “What’s the matter?” I ask. “Go over there,” Saroya says grimly. I hustle to the front of the restaurant and find a lone blonde woman sobbing into her martini. I know who this lady is. She and her girlfriend were...