Nonfiction

November Bones II

barren trees in a morning yellow light conjure: thanksgiving day at 11 am; groggy but alert but serene; parade floats on the television screen. jubilance as the sun sets; traditional melodies behind our lips and standing with mom in the kitchen; crying from onions, grating potatoes.  strolls on sunday afternoons, before we need shelter for our […]

barren trees in a morning yellow light

conjure:

thanksgiving day at 11 am;

groggy but alert but serene;

parade floats on the television screen.

jubilance as the sun sets;

traditional melodies behind our lips and standing with mom in the kitchen;

crying from onions, grating potatoes. 


strolls on sunday afternoons, before we need shelter for our hands;

before we need shelter.

barren trees in a morning yellow light.