“There are four generations of Levants gathered at this table, so indulge me the opportunity to make a toast.” My eyes drift to the buffet, vacant of the usual clutter of framed photographs depicting various branches of our knurled family tree; in their place the serving dishes that previously sat dormant on the highest cupboard … Continue reading "The Toast"

It was one of those ubiquitous uptown trinket shops, full of shiny objects that, if you found them useful, you probably weren’t using correctly. Most of the items seem to be wreckage culled from the highway where art had crashed headlong into retail. There had been no survivors. I filed past the juice glasses with … Continue reading "You Break It, You Buy It"