Gary David GrossmanObjects in Mirror Are Closer Than They AppearMy casual remark that unknowingly wounds the friend, who parks her heart on the den mantle next to her son’s urn.Sep 16Sep 16
Gary David GrossmanFrog ShroudedIs that what she actually said, frog shrouded? Poetic for sure but what is the necessary specificity — medium-sized leopard frogs, or…Sep 16Sep 16
Gary David GrossmanRising at 5:47 AMI’m standing, chill air drawing my silhouette, in the unlit sea-green bathroom — the halting walk from bed to bathroom sink has unfurled…Sep 1Sep 1
Gary David GrossmanHow to Crush a CarGrampa Abe was the scrap-metal king of Monroe, Georgia. He began with Atlanta’s rags in the 1920s, moved on to dry goods, then got a taste…Sep 1Sep 1
Gary David GrossmanA Backflip of LanguageDaughter number two, toddling at twenty-three months; strawberry-blond ringlets, a remake of Shirley Temple. Cornflower-blue eyes and lucid…Sep 1Sep 1
Gary David GrossmanSprouting Onions in the KitchenWho among us hasn’t received the overdue notice from the last two yellow onions in the five pound bag; now spouting green Vesuvial…Aug 6Aug 6
Gary David GrossmanTraumaLike the thirty-eight dollar rondels at Le Fromage Vert, Mom had a double-cream illness — a paste of depression, tightly waxed with a rind…Aug 6Aug 6
Gary David GrossmanWill You Buy My Book?Welcome to the reading tonight by John Buck, who needs no introduction. John will you say a few words to start us off?Jun 27Jun 27
Gary David GrossmanThe FuneralAt the gym, he waved me over, and when I replied “No, I’m not going” he cocked his liver-spotted head to the left, mouth, now opening and…Jun 27Jun 27