I saw the gracious windows of our houselike two eyes that manifest its soul,the sycamores we planted are godparents,the homestead looking happy on the whole. Certain houses get along without uswhen others adopt them for their own.The sound of children’s slippers in the hallway—shouldn’t that be our memory alone? And time should have frozen in… Continue reading Certain Houses Get Along Without Us
Month: April 2020
Pandemic IV: Elegy for the High Five
Spring, 2020 That sudden in-air collision of palms breaking the rule, Keep your hands to yourself— it felt Friday night, it felt Mardi Gras, a home run bottom of ninth opening day. Always brazen, sometimes a rebel the way it laughed with its head thrown back, a teenager with a mischievous smile. It sometimes said… Continue reading Pandemic IV: Elegy for the High Five