suburban dream

                         

passage

          “…I have to admit that I’ve … always felt burdened by nostalgia, by a desire to stop time, to recapture things that have been lost. A sense that everything, absolutely everything, is on a journey from which there’s no return.”     ~ Natalia Sanmartín Fenollera          

her chair

          very sick, my mother spent the last few months of her life in a nursing home.  each time I’d visit I’d find her propped up in a chair by the nurse’s station.  one day I asked “what are you doing out here, mom?”     “I’m waiting to buy my ticket, the train is coming.”          …

remembering

          when she referred to this color as old-lady-blue              

spill

          summer in your house the morning light poured in spilling on the chenille like warm milk dishes clattering in the kitchen as you made breakfast