Almost seven years I still hear you telling me, “grass is getting tall!” whether backyard or kitchen you knew how to work your space   The family still talks about the prime rib dishes you brought to cousin Lisa’s house Christmas after Christmas. Aquaintences I meet on the street still boast about your old restaurant.…

  Don’t look at me like that! Geesh! The first time you tear your eyes away from that pond in forever, and it’s to give me an attitude?   Look, I’m a culture hero. I pulled a Prometheus, and stole fire from the sun for humanity. I practically raised the Crow myself, and I even…

Photo by Daniel Weiss on Unsplash   One robin sings in spite of nightfall. A distant hum of some appliance drones outside. The stairs creak under Mira’s footsteps. The ledge of the Wall-unit desk has fewer chakas on them. My own tired eyes and enshadowed crows’ feet gaze at me from the mirror enclosed by the unit. A…