Lost in New Jersey

Memorial Day, 1998 I can't sleep. This is a privileged lament, when others in this age of COVID-19 are crying, literally and met...

No, this isn't a Zoom meeting; it's nine of more than 200 signs of appreciation around town.  Among things I'm missing t...

St. Patrick's on Sunday morning. Click here to hear its bells ring on May 17, 2020. On Saturday, I returned to New York City for...

Yesterday, before the rain washed the chalk from the sidewalks. My hometown has always had its charms. Before sunset, April 28. G...

Poems/images by Bob Varettoni, posted while staying at home on Shakespeare Day, 2020 Sonnet 1 There's something in ...

This is a re-imagining of Edgar Allan Poe’s “The Black Cat,” written in the age of COVID-19. It is entirely fiction, in homage to a grea...