selected past writing at 42opus
Crinkled like bad origami
26 December 2009 | poetry
"Her great tragedy happened just three years ago," said the child; "that would be since your sister's time."
"Her tragedy?" asked Framton; somehow in this restful country spot tragedies seemed out of place.
"You may wonder why we keep that window wide open on an October afternoon," said the niece, indicating a large French window that opened on to a lawn.
Not always another chance is coming. Not
if you are lit on fire and keep the sad news
5 June 2006 | poetry