Game Changer
I wanted the outcome of any game I played to be in my control. As a child who loved sports I felt the urge before I could put my attitude into words, like a boy who hangs around a kid down the block without saying “best friend,” or a twelve year old happy to be […]
Three Poems by Christopher Barry
A poem about running in which apples feature prominently Carlson’s Orchards, Harvard Massachusetts One of our usual routes was a five miler through the tractor rutted rows of Carlson’s Orchards mysteriously called the S-Loop which according to myth was named when Joanna Veltri our last state champion came upon the naked Carlson himself then about […]