Tag Archives: nostalgia

What Dreams May Come

What Dreams May Come When my dreams remember me they will find me hunched over a desk scribbling with inky hands. They will hear the creaking pedal of an old piano groaning between treble glitter and bass thud. They will … Continue reading

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The Long Hill

The Long Hill On the brow, briefly abandoned by golfers and dogs, the war monument rises in the distance. Just twenty minutes ago we were there. Our phantom presence hovers overhead. The foggy brambles become open fields, lambent-green, moist underfoot, … Continue reading

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Other Houses, Other Rooms

Other Houses, Other Rooms Little doors are opening in my past houses all over America ‒ Jersey, the Bronx, a rambling rental in Ohio, a brick bungalow west of Chicago. Other people live in them now, walk from room to … Continue reading

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Turnings

Turnings The other day on the train I heard a forgotten noise two seats ahead and looked up to see a man in an overcoat holding a newspaper, turning the pages with that soft crinkly whisper some of us remember. … Continue reading

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Southern Comfort

Southern Comfort The cousins down south are hospitable, wear T-shirts that read Laissez les bontemps rouler, bring up children who call us “ma’am” and “sir,” believe Jesus died for their sins. In dreams of childhood, we chase mosquito trucks down … Continue reading

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Good Friday

Good Friday The tale of nails and wood is retold on the BBC from Winchester, with hymns about a balm in Gilead, a wondrous cross, and the choirboys’ echo of the Fauré Requiem. Cardinal Newman sends blessings from the grave, … Continue reading

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Remembrance

Remembrance Today I write a poem for you, Papa. Not a sad poem, for we are finished with sadness, you and I. No more wheelchairs. The tremors have ceased, spasms calmed on a cloud. Hallucinations have ascended the pink institutional … Continue reading

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