Illness in the Family
April 14, 2018One of the kids was sick, so his ex came over. “How are you doing?” she said. (That’s what she always said.)
One of the kids was sick, so his ex came over. “How are you doing?” she said. (That’s what she always said.)
With fortune’s damned quarreling smile, the neighbors complain
I had wanted your wife to be born to the graces, elegantly muted in dove-gray and gloves, to take tea from fine china, walk perfumed in silk.
I confess I have invented a word for the thing I am and the thing I have done. It is a pleasant word and may be spoken to young children or written in their books.
On any given Thursday, Papa adjusts the strap And plucks out a phrase or two
All morning: rainwater off the roof onto pebbles washed smooth of pale soil in the garden.
The absence of a signal is itself information, a zero giving meaning to binary ones. The call that doesn’t ring,
[…] baked good bread. She always called my two sisters, My two brothers, and me To come and eat the crusts hot, Spread with butter and strawberry jam Made from strawberries she had picked and washed.
Dialogue 25.3 (Fall 1992): 197–198 RLDS Church Archivist Ronald E Romig expected The Founding Prophet: An Administrative Biography of Joseph Smith, Jr. to be exclusively about Joseph Smith. Instead Maurice L. Draper who was both […]
in a perfect diamond of flight slip between me and the sky, circle toward rest and cover for the night. The lake is a polished absurdity