January 1, 1986
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A Ford pickup, ca. 1932, NITROGLYCERINin professional white letters on the backof the cab, above the long window with rounded corners.Under the shed roof on the hilltopa man in his […]
January 1, 1986
My Father Holding Things in His Arms
Pulls up under the porte cochere in a taxi,the back door opens, the Captain steps out, in uniform,Granny is the first to embrace him,my sister and I are standing in […]
January 1, 1986
Mock Battles
Her fuzzy hat keeps bobbing up into the frame.He always had his eyes on something far away.Even on their honeymoon, the skylines,the harbor fort, the anonymous diversat the hotel pool. […]
January 1, 1986
The Reel Marked Bobby Jones
Several hundred people milling about on the long porchof the clubhouse, then the first tee, the ball disappearinginto the sky. My mother appears, briefly,a long-sleeved black dress, mid-calf,and the hat: […]
January 1, 1986
My Mother Holding Things in Her Arms
Thirty-two at the most, already she’s frightened, a second child in her arms, her full black hair pulled back, tight. In a white suit and two-toned wing tips my father walks her […]