Stuff and Silence

My husband has been looking for a single treasured photo that has disappeared from albums and piles. And there are lots of piles here. As part of the searching, he's realized how little in those stacks and shelves he needs or wants, and trash bags are filled, boxes set aside for fund-raiser tag sales.

It's something like the kind of researching I do before or while writing poems based in history. I look through a lot, then put most aside, while searching for just the right image. Lots of the ...