for Lois Ames, Sudbury, Massachusetts Forgive me for telling this story when you tell it so well – those cadences, pauses, your intimacy with it, your white hair, a descendant straight down the line. You...
I want to know who cared for him every day on the ward, whose face came close to his on the day shift, the night shift, who held him and washed him in the original...
Peter Tassell PTassell@aol.com letters reviews sof 69 January 2005 It Haunts Rug from the Atlas Mountains for Redha On our knees we examine the weaving: the folded-in birds, turtles with wayward steps, horse-figures, and butterflies...
