
Spring Burning by Lance Le Grys
every spring my father started fires before the house a steep uneven bank dropped from the edge of the yard like a careless sin piled with boulders turned up by the plows overrun with sumac and wild grapes every summer it became a jungle of tropical luxuriance as a child I hacked my way through palm-like sumac fronds with any sort of blade that I … Continue reading Spring Burning by Lance Le Grys