Reviewed by Dave Seter Childhood can be a time of intense joy and disappointment. An old idiom counsels: children should be seen and not
A mother spends the evening rearranging the siblings in their beds. Each child is a misbehaved angel, each limb demanding the attention of a
Brings me back to our kitchen in the projects. Cow curtains and magnets lining the yellow refrigerator packed with food we couldn’t eat
Lower than grass, working the segments that are its brilliance, the millipede crosses the path. My foot is a measuring stick, a clumsy hoof