Men Die
Found in my mother’s or my grandmother’s or great-grandmother’s or my father’s stuff. All co-mingled for next generations to sift. H.L. Humes, says Wikipedia, started the Paris Review. Then Timothy Leary gave him too much LSD. This must be an adaptation of his book, Men Die. Best guess: he was a friend of my father’s who was born just a year earlier than H.L. or “Doc,” and also knew Timothy Leary from MIT. Dad told me that Tim and Famous…
Love Letter
Found in a box saved for 90 years in my grandmother’s house. My mother’s house. Is this from Dear Sonny? Is this to Dear Sonny? Nobody ever signed their letters, is seems. Nor did they offer a name after, “Dearest…” Was it a point of pride, that one’s handwriting was all that was needed for identity? –Kate
No people, no explanation. No nominations. No lasting.
–Laurel Jay Carpenter
No people, no explanation. No nominations. No lasting.
–-Laurel Jay Carpenter
No people, no explanation. No nominations. No lasting.
–Laurel Jay Carpenter
Heyer Power
63 deg. F, clear, wind 13 mph wsw, Clurie, Monday May 28 2001, 4:23pm
–Carlo Maggiora
Sacred Summer Tides
Sacred Sandbar –Kira Hower
Normal Day
–Susan McCulley