On the barest pantry shelf, where preserves crowd before summer jams heavy on us. At the core of the question Mother asks each July: Little girl, when did it get so bad?
Eddie covered his ears like his father taught him. The mittens felt warm on his ears—the lobes his classmates always said were too big— folded layer of fabric as a barrier against percussion, took his mind off of his stomach ache. Ringing filled his head and cleared out all thoughts…
I used to pick the trash up out of the ditch on Patterson road in Smiths Grove. It was there I saw him spit out his window, bent can at my feet. As soon as I cleaned up one thing there was a new paper bag, a new bottle.
What they remember is your drowning not your Olympic swimming not those dives those ecstatic surfacings not how you caught what flashed beneath the billows not how you wrote on the waves.
A few years ago I had to find a place to write. I’m not the kind to sit at home in the quiet. It gives me what I call Monkey Mind. I am a social creature, raised in chaos and noise and visual distractions. I wanted a studio. A tiny…
When I think of that beach when I think of where the planes landed when I was a Barra boy when I think of the generation before the planes when I ran, a little girl with braids flying down the strand from my Ma to my Da
Brother, do you remember? All those years ago? How sticky pinecones crunched and crackled when we stole into the silent woods, the moon above like a coin of butter melting into the frosty misty midnight air,
—Maude Masteller Sockman Brown, 1935 Narrow, curved back stairway to the children’s bedrooms Wood darkened by generations of bare feet and sly kittens
Roy always welcomes when I arrive (again) bathed in Saturday manure, mud and sweat, knowing already each inch of a cabin filled with the essential—the wood stove, the spring pump, the bookcase proud with well-used ancient texts/ the covered porch where he rests to watch the world approach.
Carrie Mullins. Night Garden. Lexington, Ky.: Old Cove Press, 2016. 241 pages. Softcover. $16.00. The aptly titled Night Garden by Carrie Mullins is a virtual seedbed of characters— characters whose virtues are hidden in the shadows of their circumstances, fertilized by an apathetic economy, isolated by geographic region, and choked…