Requiem for Useful Things
For Alfreda Boblick, 1924-2015 I am startled by the bird cry of the dry, metal hinges fastened to the nameless device rusting at the back of my grandmother’s garage. It’s something corrugated, with a handcrank. I find it only after she passes, after it’s too late to ask her what it’s good for. Bird song forever echoes now that nameless absence, the times I’ve failed to know an old […]
Melancholy Hyperbole 