The Pianist The pianist knows about knuckles. He knows about stones, about pebbles. He knows how to carry his bulk, how to move across shingle as if nothing could buckle his tread. Rings glint on three fingers; enough to stop questions or chip a tooth. The pianist’s suit is sharp, single-breasted; somewhere between charcoal … Continue reading Two poems by Hilaire
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A poem by Chris Raetschus
June 1968 I bring him groceries and news. “Like the Red Cross,” he says. I smile, hand him tea, sliced cake, watch him stir his memories in the mug. Then he tells me, as if I have never heard it before, of the Somme , of his friend Jack, how he lay below the … Continue reading A poem by Chris Raetschus
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