Gil Hoy Happy Birthday Song The chocolate cake was particularly good this year, and the frosting tasted of opulence and decadence, like the crisp sheen of shining dollar bills that father made— ‘though some say stole— after he was able to buy the business down the street for a song. Gil Hoy tries cases before […]
Read MoreGil Hoy Presidential Temperament A radioactive red wheel barrow loses its dependability when glazed with black rain beside the dead chickens. Gil Hoy is a Boston trial lawyer and poet.
Read MoreGil Hoy To Alice Your father never forgot your mother, the pain was just so great that he had to bury the kryptonite in a steel tunneled chamber to continue the journey that you would have wanted for him, for you loved him more. Gil Hoy tries cases before juries in Boston, Massachusetts and searches […]
Read MoreGil Hoy Inertia Frozen-ground-swells g n i s i r topple massive stones atop the tallest walls. Gil Hoy tries cases before juries in Boston, […]
Read MoreGil Hoy Phantom Limbs Stir the carrots in rabbit stew, fur hats squeak with hunger pangs. Gil Hoy writes poems in Boston, reads Wallace Stevens and tries cases before juries.
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