The Mountain, the River, and the Wound (Grandfather)
July 1, 2026 Written on the back porch, Crestview, under a sky the color of old iron My dear Emil, I have not crossed a border in forty years, yet tonight I feel the Jhelum in my bones. You sent no photograph, only a ledger page—three murals, one river, 312 names. I held it to […]
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