Elizabeth Romero: Album
Here are my two sons in 1968
In their father’s arms.
He looks harmless.
They look doubtful and uneasy.
December 15, 2021 · 3 Comments
David Huddle: Parable of the Same Scene Every Day for Years
Consider my mother gazing out her window
over the kitchen sink as she washes breakfast, lunch,
and dinner dishes for fifty-some years.
April 23, 2020 · Leave a comment
Matt Hohner: Cold Spring Lane
Seven years before she’d leave us, our family is still
growing. I am three…
June 3, 2019 · Leave a comment
John Samuel Tieman: Tintype
I was young when I shed my history like the skin of something unpleasant only later did I open my bureau drawer and go through the ancestors one at a … Continue reading
January 12, 2015 · 1 Comment