In the moment there is only dust and din and thoughts of glory we dig our hands into our stage a bedroom hall a kitchen drink a commuting car rings the Retiarius roams encircles encroaches ensnares the other entangled in the words casting weighted nets impaling with a trident thrice past present futures told stabbed…
“You Really Love Him”
Chapter 2: A Polish Year (continued from The Ball Warrior) It wasn’t long into Ben’s life with us that we began our search for a Polish vet – one who could speak English. It had been a long day of teaching for me and for Ben a longer day of not getting any attention. With…
The Ball Warrior
Chapter 2: A Polish Year (continued from Tooth-Fairy) The dark boughs of the chestnut trees were almost empty. The desiccated and thorny outer shells of the fruit lay decomposing everywhere and their large leaves littered the large park where Ben and I played a few times a day. By the middle of the month, the…