If I simply soften and fade will an imprint of me remain, collecting tolls or delivering dinner platters in perpetuity. Will my neighbors say about me, “she seemed nice, but we didn’t know her much.” Will the sound of the television in the evenings continue to emanate from my apartment windows, and will the mail… Continue reading Signs of Life
Month: January 2019
Glow Out of Turn
I can’t tell you who I was, and hardly who I am. But I understand the half-moon suspended in the blue-day sky—it strikes me as a nervy sort of rebellion, endeavoring to glow out of turn. Remarkably, the sun carries on undeterred, gracious. It’s useful to be reminded of all the things worth knowing without… Continue reading Glow Out of Turn
Aren’t We
The coffee shop woman, usually so full of radiant light, had heavy eyes and when I asked why she told me first about how things had grown so dire back home, with no fuel or food, and she couldn’t reach her family. In place of fear she then smiled and asked me what she could… Continue reading Aren’t We
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