One August afternoon two children play a game Of knuckle bones against a shady garden wall. The older, Claudia, berates her little brother For cheating all the time. ‘Now Max, you must play fair!’ Young Max’s eyes well up, his bottom lip sticks out. Beneath his breath he calls his sister by a name. A [...]
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Memories
Dusty photograph frame: a smiling bride holds hands with her groom. Where his face should be, a hole. © Helen Whittaker http://theduckside.com
Dewey-eyed
On Monday I got lost between Religion and Metaphysics. You hacked through Botany to rescue me. On Tuesday I teetered on the kick step in Literature and rhetoric while you offered up a serenade of Italian poetry. On Wednesday I said maybe Library relationships weren’t such a good idea. You said you appreciated Satire and [...]
