Remembering my father on the centenary of his birth

College photo of the author’s father, taken at the Sargent Studio, Boston, circa 1950.

This year marks the 100th anniversary of the birth of my father, Carl Antonelli, 1922–2005. One of the things I miss most about my father is what a gifted storyteller he was. Nearly all his stories were leavened with a healthy dose of self-deprecation, sure to make his listeners laugh…

Can be dangerous places

Photo by Kevin Butz on Unsplash

The borderlands can be dangerous places
whether between nations or inside our minds.
Self-doubt and illogic may soon become persuasive
subverting the acuity an honest question provides.

The outcast, the angry, and the sorely aggrieved
may seek support from those who share their views.
Yet a solitary seeker, determined to succeed
will discover…

A leap and a landing

Photo by Greg Rosenke on Unsplash

I was strapped inside a helicopter,
my thoughts chattering so loudly
they drowned out the clattering blades,
hovering, but never touching the world below,
creating a feeling of both detachment and longing,
deciding finally to jump, my parachute
a translucent silver dome,
drifting among the vaporous clouds,
waving to the…

Deborah Barchi

Deborah Barchi has recently retired from her career as a librarian and now has time to read, explore nature, and write poetry and essays.

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