“Any upright vigil can be attended by the mess that takes time to read.”
“It’s 1986, the scorching comes, and I don’t know how to belong among my fighting kind.”
A memory of the late Poltergeist and Network actress.
Our Aunt Fanny began her measuring, that summer, while dusk stood outside her bedroom windows, preparing to stoop and slide through the screens.
Bruce D. Bromley on the need for sound in the face of tragedy.