More than 500,000 Dead, February 21, 2021 Today, this newsprint is smiting daggers of names and faces—The copy mining them like old daguerreotypes
We are protagonists stuck in a Greek tragedy wherein the chorus knows more than we do yet refuses to share their insights or advice
my father’s collection of rosary beads–gathered over the decades from his years in the war, from marriages, baptisms, some deaths, and then others.