christmas, downey, california, ca. For me the erasure began before she actually died. My inclination here is to write, “long before,” but that would be misleading, you see, because she had her first surgery when I was five and was dead before I turned nine. Three, four years, tops, is, in no way a long … Continue reading marty.
martha young, library card, ca. 1978. She loved them and had many in the house. Those in addition to the stacks we’d have checked out from the Downey City Library every week. I remember always being curious about the books she read, even before her passing. As a little kid she’d often find me with them, … Continue reading words on pages — the ghost in my machine.