Memory's Stark Reality

Memory's Stark Reality by Gregory Gerard

 

I see that memories come unbidden, like roaches scurrying down the dark-drenched walls of my first apartment after college.

I hear that memories can delight; the soft patter of my grandmother's voice telling her tales of Irish intrigue over mouthfuls of maple walnut ice cream.

And I know that memories are long as the elephant's rough-hewn snout, twisting and thrusting through the spanning years; stories of rights wronged, and dreams realized.  

 

But...