Where I Once Lived as Shown to a Friend

Where I Once Lived as Shown to a Friend My "home-seat" is down there below that horizontal plane, swaddled in Joseph's colored cloak of red and gold and redder maples saluting earth's western trip, rising just above morning fog like peacock tails without the call. You can see it as plain as day if you stop just right atop Jellico Mountain and look as far as you can see, like Alice into her looking glass, until there is a spot, moving in the sun like a mirage at the end of the Interstate. Those neutrons dancing elliptically around the center are the lives of then, the livers of used-to-be, my family tree. The house sits alone, boarded up, waiting as old nails fall from its side and window eyes cloud over, anticipating its new self dictated by fleet-footed progress as either an adult toy store or a pancake house. —Tom Frazier 104 ...