Fragments on Catherine Clodius

Editor back-issues, poetry

My grandmother, after her stroke   I.   Here, you are in that nightgown, a girl again, wandering the downstairs hallway escaping some dream.  Later I will find you in the dark kitchen trying to remember how to read the digits on the microwave.   II.   In our house the bell was unexpected, the cops even more so.  A…

This content is for Friends of Burningword 3-Day Pass, Friends of Burningword 3-Month Subscription, Friends of Burningword Annual Subscription and Basic Member members.
Log In Register