I’ll be gone in the morning
He sits on the kitchen floor in the new apartment, holding a sharp knife. The refrigerator, sink, cabinets, and tube light indifferently look at him. They don’t care about what he’s about to do, but she does. She grabs the knife from his hands and backs away from his menacing stare. “This needs to stop!”… Continue reading
The gravedigger’s son
The shovel and spade, nick -snick-flick, the earth like rotting flesh, and movements and sequences, nick- snick-flick, instinct, impulse, reason, combining with each nick- snick-flick, making my father weary, and the eulogies for sons lost in accidents, daughters dying of cancer, got to him, and the fire and brimstone spewed, unnerved him, and so, he… Continue reading
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