by Ron Sokol | Nov 26, 2019 | Stories
What do you see here? I am hopeful she is on her way home, and when she gets there it is warm, cheerful and she is surrounded by loved ones. I like looking at images, thinking what they suggest, what they show, what they mean. Not always, but often, it is good...
by Ron Sokol | Nov 24, 2019 | Poems
The Beatles sang a song “I want to hold your hand” and people screamed and some still do Imagine if world leaders walked holding hands If jew and nazi Black and slave owner Robber and victim Just held hands instead Imagine it’s easy if you do oh wait...
by Ron Sokol | Nov 22, 2019 | Poems
Ok, I will try And so I walked to the very end of the pier Stood at the railing the ocean below hugging the pilings like children grabbing first onto daddy’s ankles then mom’s dress I spoke so forcefully to the distance — “If you can hear me,...
by Ron Sokol | Nov 20, 2019 | Stories
“To start with, son, you’re not even in the main story. By definition you’re on the periphery. Barely a stand-in. You get scooped up in that old style carnival glass thing, when the shovel picks up something no one really wants. A footnote. My kid...
by Ron Sokol | Nov 10, 2019 | Stories
I am a rather large bass cello. A double bass. My player (the cellist) lays me on my side when he takes a break. His moustache, by the way, actually looks like a bow. We have joked that my bow is made out of his whiskers. His name is Samuel. My very good friend over...
