Hannah Strauss

He saw twelve cellos once in silent choir, like bathers poised and dripping by the wall to leap beyond a lifeguards beckoning. The shop was open: RENTAL & REPAIR OF DOUBLE-BASSES, CELLOS, VIO- LINS BY EXPERT. Bows and strings. One oscillating wave . . . the moving air submerged him in its tide. . . . . Continue Reading »

The Falls Road northern light was fading gray: a sudden snowfall swept us eastward like a curtain rising at the driveway to the lake. I stopped my car beside the bridge and hiked out to the day’s last scene which starred my strong and happy sons fast racing up along a gravelled path, each to . . . . Continue Reading »