Sunday Six

Six sentences for Sunday, September 21: I let her give me her news—another stroke, still small but more severe than the last one. She says hemiparesis, and apraxia, and visual field loss. She says this is very serious, that we should prepare ourselves for the likelihood that he will have another stroke, and even another, …

Sunday Six

Six sentences for Sunday, September 14: Never have clouds moved so slowly. I try to count the number of breaths it takes one of them to cross the lawn, but I lose count. In the whole time I’ve been watching, it’s moved only a quarter of an inch, as if it’s caught in some invisible …

Sunday Six

Six sentences for Sunday, September 7: Soon I will have outgrown the swing. Already its wood is growing porous and soft, the varnish all peeled off. One day I will jump off it and never come back. I’m thinking of the abandoned swing rotting away on its ropes when Albie rushes up behind me and …