Friday Night Atari

A Friday night in Syracuse, 1983. Pitfall gives way to Robot Tank, and a ten-year-old boy discovers a new dimension just before his own world is about to change.

The Ghosts of Skaneateles

A few notes from an old AM radio send me backward through three generations and seventy years of family history on the shores of Skaneateles Lake. From a frightened boy on a dock in 1976, to my parents in 1968, to a grandfather I never met in 1956, the ghosts of the lake were there all along.

Calling All Stations

A boy in a cellar, a man at the dial, and a signal that never quite resolves. This poem explores radio as a bridge across distance and time, shrinking the world while chasing away the loneliness of childhood and the deeper isolation of adulthood.