Zachariah Claypole White – A Catalogue of Moments as Told to My Bedroom Window
A Catalogue of Moments as Told to My Bedroom Window I. Today, my father is a hummingbird against the screen, and we are candles crossing the distance. He is twenty-one: a prophecy of laughter counting pigeon feathers, and I—the sand, waiting his touch. Today, the surgery. Fingers swell ripe as harvest moons. His wedding ring […]
