Month: July 2021

Last night, far from shore,  and ringed by roiling water, I sensed a gentle wind calling me towards the shallows. In the morning,  I searched the papers for some sort of hidden meaning; they think they killed you, Stan Swamy,…

Just a week ago, my mother called to say  my father had fallen again; they were taking things day-by-day. Life’s hard enough in the end, the way we all slip and weaken— how could they make Stan Swamy pass his…