Farewell Grandpa, Part III

I first heard that Grandpa had died at 7pm on Friday. As it happened, I had an offer from fizit to join her at the Japan­ese baths anyway, so I went there and talked about Grandpa and griev­ing and loss with her and bun­ni­kins and eye­of­bast. That was...

Beyond

For my grand­father, Sydney Levine You were ready to go. Unafraid you said, Every­one has a time. I told you wild stories About a girl in a labyrinth­ine tower, A tower filled with books, scrolls, manuscripts, And in this lib­rary,...

And then he is gone

for my grand­father, Sydney Levine, on the night of his death In the end, his bird-like hands Clutched to his chest, skin like vellum. It is on that parch­ment we write our stories, On this man we weave our tales. He is our silent audi­ence, breath shallow,...