Found Objects

You might look around and see things that make you remember. It made him stop short. He saw it in the garage on a shelf where he kept his important tools and things he intended to use again or thought likely he would need and there he saw it, the small yellow container with a black lid screwed on. He’d kept it for decades, used it once decades ago, a container of black carborundum grinding compound, industrial abrasive made into paste for Hardened Steel Seats or Cast Blocks the faded writing said on the back of the yellow container, still smudged with residue of the one and only original job and the black tin lid rusty from years of neglect and storage. He remembered. He remembered it all the night he used it, the night he used it back on the farm in Iowa in the rude shed after he […]

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Time Peace

(Two O Clock) There I stand in the rain on the corner, wearing my wrist watch and looking down at it so often the reason is I wait for you. I don’t really want to know the time. I really don’t know what time it is even when I watch the watch. Even if I stood in front of one of those giant faces with hands four feet long I wouldn’t know and I wouldn’t care what time they told me had come to pass. I’d be waiting for you without you and with you I wouldn’t care what time had come I’d be waiting for you to come. Oh, what time is it anyway? ♥

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ANCESTORY

I come from good people. “Who are these people?” “I don’t know. The one on the right is my Grandpa Jack, my father’s Dad. He’s wearing a dark suit. He always looked good in a suit and he’s carrying a hat and I don’t know the other two people. On the back of the photograph is written George and Mary so I assume they’re brother and sister to my grandfather.” God, I’m low. I wish I could feel better. They’re standing in front of a car. It’s not my grandfather’s car. It looks like a Pontiac or a Buick from the late 1940’s, but there’s not much showing to tell. The house is on Washington Island, Wisconsin I feel sure, because the road to one side isn’t paved. It’s a plain house, but they’re dressed for travel or church or visiting family the way people used to do. The men […]

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