Watch Night, 1862
by Diane Scholl

It isn’t so much the Proclamation as the whiff of hope, night worrying bare branches and rooftops, nibbling the contours of a tired city. They gather in their churches, studs and rafters taut with promise that is not a promise. Someone begins to sing the hours toward midnight, stokes a fire, paces the wide-planked floor. … Continue reading Watch Night, 1862
by Diane Scholl