On Home

Home, Toni Morrison - They rose up like men. We saw them. Like men they stood. - - Frank fell asleep between a wool blanket and plastic slipcovers and dreamed a dream dappled with body parts. - - From the windows, through the fur of snow, the landscape became more melancholy when the sun successfully brightened the quiet trees, unable to speak without their leaves. - - You can come up with words that catch it. - - When you write this down, know this: she was a shadow for most of my life, a presence marking its own absence,...