Howard Rosenberg

Just killed a word. Put a gun against its head, Pulled my trigger, now it’s dead. Apologies for messing with Freddie Mercury’s Bohemian Rhapsody, and anyway, that’s not what happened. The break-up came without my knowledge or consent. I killed nothing. The truth: I lost a word today; don’t know how or why, or if this separation is final. I was taken aback; there was no foreshadowing. To borrow a l