The Boardwalk

From their stakeouts below, Kids are careful not to look directly up, The way you avoid looking at the sun when you step outside, Because the sun streams fire and painted planks spit sand at the little gods of mischief. [excerpt

Riptide

Haifa sun, Warm and thick like honey, Melts over everything: The port, the parasailers, the topless woman sunbathing. I have befriended the lifeguard, Whose laughter is abundant like pomegranate seeds. He wears a red speedo and his curly hair reminds me of pasta. [excerpt