Tag Archives: childhood

hiatus

little brothers sleeping twisted in blankets and sheets like free-falling stars and tentacles still as a portrait gentle as a cyclone ready as a nail metaphor for tomorrow in our silent pre-dawn house

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In 1943 when I was a kid of exactly six my aunts took my sister and me and my silly-because-I’m-on-a-holiday mother to the amusement park at Ocean City New Jersey USA. Whatever we did cotton candy and salt water toffee … Continue reading

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simple

You can trust a child to see with the clarity of an ant this crumb be food to scream at dinner and throw beet juice at a white suit when the universe is misaligned Oh, that children could vote.

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