Autumn nights with a moon, my grandfather napped on our couch, the green afghan covering his brief and sober slumber. Outside, the last cow milked, my father shut the milk house down. Night lost the lulling pulse of work. He brought the truck around and idled while my grandfather took two apples off the table […]
Carla Panciera
Carla Panciera: Conviction
Heavy mists loll above the sodden ground of a late December thaw. The distance disappears. Black trunks of bare trees align. On a clothesline strung from porch to oak, handkerchiefs as old-fashioned as cold winters hang white corner to white. Over woodpiles, insects beat raw wings and flit into mossy mid-season. Someone throws open a […]