Tag: images of those past

  • Smoke by Brendan Owens

    Smoke by Brendan Owens

    perfumed in the corners of the houselies smoke that has not been aired out;forever stained in the leather &mentioning it will attractmy mother’s attention— there — don’t you remember? my grandmotherbefore the fireplace, chained to many bottles:the bond outlasting all her others—‘it’s very similar,’ says my brother.in the silence that…