Category Archives: James Merrill
It’s The Little Things
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 … Continue reading
Filed under Brothers and Sisters, James Merrill, My Parents, Poetry
“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 … Continue reading
Filed under Brothers and Sisters, James Merrill, Poetry
