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Contributor Series 10: Silken Rags, One Boy’s (and Man’s) Finery

12.26.11 Posted in Contributor Series 10, today's words by

Contributor Series 10: Silken Rags One Boy’s (and Man’s) Finery By Michael Ceraolo Christmas 1969 Less than a month short of my twelfth birthday I had asked for a new baseball glove and there it was: a left-hander’s mitt (Santa had subcontracted with Sears that year), with Ted Williams’ name on it (no matter that […]


Contributor Series 10: Silken Rags, The Christmas Pageant

12.25.11 Posted in Contributor Series 10, today's words by

Contributor Series 10: Silken Rags The Christmas Pageant By Jessie Carty Every year: the same show. The sixth graders (our seniors) as Santa and reindeer. The first graders portrayed “The Night Before Christmas.” I was the littlest stocking. In my pink footie pajamas, I stood last in line by height next to the red and […]


Contributor Series 10: Silken Rags, Cover-ups

12.24.11 Posted in Contributor Series 10, today's words by

Contributor Series 10: Silken Rags Cover-Ups By Neil Ellman What we wear is what we are– mostly cover-ups for legs too thin or carpeted with cellulite breasts not enough little lines where crows once walked we wear high-collared shirts to hide our necks layers of color to mask the years and sleepless baby nights stripes […]


Contributor Series 10: Silken Rags, Sable Dress

12.23.11 Posted in Contributor Series 10, today's words by

Contributor Series 10: Silken Rags Sable Dress By Stan Galloway I’d never seen that dress before, so elegant, a backless, sleeveless sable silk that clung–but didn’t, shifting shape so subtly as to make mirages real and deft deception all at once. I smiled every minute of the office party, knowing you were there with me, […]


Contributor Series 10: Silken Rags, Jewelry Box Magic

12.22.11 Posted in Contributor Series 10, today's words by

Contributor Series 10: Silken Rags Jewelry Box Magic By Phyllis Johnson The jewelry box sits, so many stories it could tell Like a scrapbook of memories glistening, shining, full of love In a gem-like form. A blue stone from a trip to an island, she’d picked it up, the sales person wouldn’t let up until […]


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