November 30, 2005
Memory
We were fishing with his grandfather and he cut off the mold of the cheese and he ate it.
comments
One Response to “Memory”
We were fishing with his grandfather and he cut off the mold of the cheese and he ate it.
One Response to “Memory”
I love this quick glimpse, Deron. And I particularly like the way you say “he cut” and “he ate it”; the rhythm this produces reminds me of Joyce’s A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man — young Stephen D. watching the other kids play on the muddy field, on the verge of being overwhelmed by the sensory fecundity of the world….