the verification of trinkets
Keith Francese I still have a few things my mother left me. One is a picture of a single-story house and a laundry line with white sheets flapping beside an orange orchard plagued by possums and an overabundance of sunshine. Another is a cross, awash, along the bottom of a drawer full of tokens from The Orient and a little jagged rock I stole from a memorial library in Big Sur. And yet another is a birthday card kept oriole in a cage, and it reads: you, my son, are… |
About the author:
Keith Francese received a BA in Creative Writing from the University of Arizona and has taught English and poetry both in the United States and abroad. His work most recently appeared in Four Chambers Press. He currently resides in Phoenix, Arizona. |