Imprimatur
The child’s hand,cast in plaster of Paris, a simple thing, flour, water, and ten minutes is all.
PAW PAW LAKE MICHIGAN 1953, and PIECES
Jean Cassidy 2012
TWO WOMEN IN THE PARKING LOT AT THE GYM
Listen to Va Boyle’s reading along with instrumentalist, Lois J. Henrickson (Lytingale)
I Am the Custodian of Two Brass Candelabras
Because the main character of every story does not need to be a person,
I will tell you about them. They are two,
In Disguise
For half an hour, The Kuklapolitans brought us together; my father and neighbor kids who would pile in around the 12” Zenith.
Hoodwinked
My Grandmother raised black Cocker Spaniels
she called “Midnights.”
Stilts
For my 6th birthday, my Father made them of scrap wood—two by fours, both four feet long, with chocks of wood to stand on.
HANDYMAN
My Great Uncle Hugo’s tool shed tilted toward the edge of the hill.
EASTER 1946
She studies a photo. In Sunday-best, the family layered up the front steps, eyes unseeing. Her son encased shoulder to foot in his Daddy’s army jacket.