Thursday, July 31st, 2008
“Fable Telling How Night…” by Marty McConnell
Marty McConnell FABLE TELLING HOW NIGHT INVENTED HERSELF OUT OF SOUND nights I was afraid of the moon or spiders or the janitor who was always whistling I’d cross the long hall like a river, like Jordan in the song, toward the bed where my parents slept. I’d stand by my mother’s head for seconds [...]
