As all of you know [or as you should know, if you have a heart in that chest of yours, and not a slab of granite], Sunday was Father’s Day. I hope you gave your pa a telephone call, if you live apart from him, and were not able to fête him with grilled meat and gift-wrapped gardening trowels. [...]
Entries Tagged as ‘James Merrill’
May 27, 2008
“Why Did I Flinch?”
Last night–as happens every night–long before my cell phone alarm clock was due to bury its wake-up call in my ears like a pole-axe, I woke up. The reasons for this generally differ. Sometimes the people across the way have inexplicably switched their Klieg-level upstairs light on at 2:47 a.m; sometimes a Loud Scary Noise has taken place, and I must [...]
