The heat is rolling in, petals unhitched, bursts of curdled dust, and who knows what else, blown from the East, where bad things happen. Even the ants are acting confused, marking tiny circles next to the sink, trying to figure out a plan, with no ears, no lungs, little dinosaurs, looking for slaves, zombie ants, […]
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When My Father Had Open Heart Surgery by Jane Medved
They gave him a color brochure. It featured a smiling grey haired couple playing golf, then another photo of them happily fly-fishing, all sorts of promises about what lay on the other side. I remember getting up at four a.m. to drive my mother to the hospital, a huge teaching complex at the South end […]