Deadheading

I woke early this morning, took down  the two   photo albums that bookended the mantelpiece, and began   to cut your image from each of the photos. I planned to bury   the remains behind the old shed—where once our tire   swing sat. But mom  caught me at it and she hasn’t   […]

I am the younger brother

The envelope arrived today. You penned 969 for 696 and that simple error from a math prodigy Sent the letter drifting homeless for months. I wonder if you did it with intention. The Times published your obituary last month. you died somewhere exotic— Chile, wasn’t it—at a mountaintop observatory where you studied the collision of […]