Genealogy belongs to the rich in human history. The poor rise and fall without leaving a footprint.

“I am an unwilling devil. I cry like some vagrant child. I want to go home.”

“So we reach into the raging chaos, and we cling to it, and we tell ourselves it…”

“She was gone then in a flurry of bonnet ribbons and clicking slippers. I turned…”

“And time would open up to us and we would be the teachers of one another. All t…”