Summer, 1990 by Anthony B Parr
“Her spirit is woven into the everyday…She is my unfinished sentence. My held breath. My quiet grief transformed into something gentler…” – excerpt from Summer, 1990, fiction by Anthony B Parr #TheMetaworker
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“Her spirit is woven into the everyday…She is my unfinished sentence. My held breath. My quiet grief transformed into something gentler…” – excerpt from Summer, 1990, fiction by Anthony B Parr #TheMetaworker
“I used to walk beside it, / hand in hand, fed it / scraps from my plate…” – excerpt from I don’t know if I fear death Itself, poetry by Waverly Vernon #TheMetaworker
I asked about her yearnings, her desires, as I suspected they might, perhaps, mesh with my own. It was worth a try, an attempt at some sort of shared, miraculous
camaraderie.