Monday, July 8, 2013

That secret neighborhood

From "We Live Forever":
In dreams I go back to that neighborhood, not the real neighborhood you can walk around today, however changed, but that secret neighborhood we entered unbeknownst to our parents, the place of truth and danger—of terrible hopes and sorrow growing like ivy over fences crumbling away into the soft-smelling nights, where whispers linger in the air for years.
Just one of many knockout sentences in Kris Saknussemm's Sea Monkeys: A Memory Book.

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