By December 1975, a year had passed since Mr. Harvey had packed his bags, but there was still no sign of him. For a while, until the tape dirtied or the paper tore, store owners kept a scratchy sketch...
At some point, to counter the list of the dead, I had begun keeping my own list of the living. It was something I noticed Len Fenerman did too. When he was off duty he would note the young girls and e...
And in a small house five miles away was a man who held my mud-encrusted charm bracelet out to his wife. Look what I found at the old industrial park, he said. A construction guy said they were bulldo...
And i was gone.
After telling the hard facts to anyone from lover to friend, I have changed in their eyes. Often it is awe or admiration, sometimes it is repulsion, once or twice it has been fury hurled directly at m...
Above his bed the clock ticked off the minutes and I thought of the game Lindsey and I had played in the yard together: he loves me/he loves me not picked out on daisy’s petals. I could hear the clock...
A father's suspicion...' she began.Is as powerful as a mother's intuition.'~pg 87, Ruana Singh and Jack Salmon
She wasn't actually speaking to me, she was singing a kind of lullaby of talk. But, eventually, the music stopped.
You don't notice the dead leaving when they really hoose to leave you. You're not meant to. At most you feel them as a whisper or the wave of a whisper undulating down.
You can be free. Simply put, you have to give up on Earth.
To take the tops off all the houses and mingle our miseries was too simple a solution, I knew. Houses had windows with shades. Yards had gates and fences. There were carefully planned out sidewalks an...
This is just a temporary hell, not a permanent one
These things, she felt, were not to be passed around like disingenuous party favors. She kept an honor code with her journals and her poems. 'Inside, inside,' she would whisper quietly to herself when...
The sun came through the branches of the tree above her, and Ruth looked up past them. I think she listens, she said, too softly to be heard.
The shadow of years was not as big on his small body. He knew I was away . But when people left they always came back.
The dead are never exactly seen by the living, but many people seem acutely aware of something changed around them. They speak of a chill in the air. The mates of the deceased wake from dreams and see...
Stones and bones;snow and frost;seeds and beans and polliwogs.Paths and twigs, assorted kisses,We all know who Daddy misses!
Sometimes you cry, Susie, even when someone you love has been gone a long time.
She liked to imagine that when she passed the world looked after her, but she also knew how anonymous she was.
She climbed down the cliffs after tying her sweater loosely around her waist. Down below she could see nothing but jagged rocks and waves. She was creful, but I watched her feet more than the view she...