Rags of Night in Our Mouths
Silence in the belly of the breathing house. Night so deep / it’s reaching through rooms as if searching its pockets.
Standing in the midst of her childhood home, Margo Wheaton was struck by two things: the extent of the damage caused by her father’s and stepmother’s alcoholism and the life force that pulsed in the once-vibrant rooms and yard – in the abandoned trees, neglected flowerbeds, and gard...
Silence in the belly of the breathing house. Night so deep / it’s reaching through rooms as if searching its pockets.
Standing in the midst of her childhood home, Margo Wheaton was struck by two things: the extent of the damage caused by her father’s and stepmother’s alcoholism and the life force that pulsed in the once-vibrant rooms and yard – in the abandoned trees, neglected flowerbeds, and gard...
