December 2008
3 posts
A Valediction For My Name
Part I. the only memorable photograph I have is you holding me in a white cotton shirt, probably from the Island, the fabric loose and stretched and thinned; a lone thread dangling from the stitching of the sleeve seam — weaving into the time I saw the bulge of candy cradled in your khaki pockets and hearing your laughter dismiss my eyes as deceptive telescopes — soul searchers...
Tough times ahead →