The Hinge
Lithograph by Fran z Cižek The Hinge Forgive the craft of pouring myself into pitchers. Water cannot tolerate thirst for long periods of time, the thirst that invaded my home during the years of submarginal words. Burglars burned down the charity bazaars and school libraries. Now my son will inherit a handful of ashes. Only "The Imprint of Reticence" remains.