1917 · Paul Marble Wood
I stuck around home in
the morning and got
my chair fixed in the
afternoon I helped
Pete Goodwin pack up
Goodwins stayed all
night at our place. It
stormed to day
2001 · Lisa Barnes King

We have thrown the house open. The outside reaches in to tickle us, the movement of the air, small flying things, the growl of the train conductor's announcements. The buds on the lilac are dense and dark. I imagine I can smell them already. But it's just in my head.