letters from the apple house

Well.   No lights this year.  And they’ve taken the woodstove. Which, I know, hasn’t been lit for a long time because of the cracked...

Not many people come to visit, but if you do, you’ll have to come through the front door now. Park under the sugar maple (still there)...

We, the survivors, spend October waterlogged and waiting. Overhead are helicopters of public school boys who were good at math and...