No, Brother, I Did Not See

by Thomas Bates

Originally published on November 1, 2001

When we were small and lived in that blue house with the hyacinths wrapped around it, kissing me you said, When we are old, we will be afraid to die. Then the cowbird, who lately had come to rest on our roof hot afternoons like some Southwestern gargoyle, set himself to cawing. I don’t know [...]