“Hemingway’s Grave” by Brandon Fick

You moulder under granite between evergreens and decades have brought change and stones, Old Glory cap, pencils, ballpoints, yellow wildflowers, oceans of ecstasy – Pabst Blue Ribbon, Woodford Reserve – you drained faster than a desert well. I speak frankly, Papa, excuse my search for one true sentence:             The sparrow sings over graves at dusk. [...]

“Tsundoku” by William Robertson

(Japanese) The practice of buying more books than you can read. Of course, I did.From my first UniversityWomen’s Book Sale where bookswere piled on every table.Macaulay’s Lays of Ancient Romefor a nickel?  Of course.Twelve individual Shakespeare playsin hard covers for 5 cents apiece?Sold.  Goldsmith’s Collected Poemsfor a quarter?  No question. They gave me a banana box for mybounty, could barely carry [...]