Category Archives: aging

storekeeper

Gruff old gnome sitting on the small chair in the entry way to his hardware store Christ, Eddie, did you see the tree blew down up the street by the bank got her cleaned up by noon took half the … Continue reading

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theatre (15)

John are you coming to bed He’s up again pacing same thing last night and every night It’s the play of course it’s always the play he worries about his lines his makeup his costume will people come he dreads … Continue reading

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. . . in the mi —

— ddle of the red hot words that flared between us that warm Indian summer afternoon haunted by the oh-so-thin parchment of my mother softly twisting deep in the pyramid close by father’s sarcophagus I remember the heat and the … Continue reading

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