Standard Avenue

Diana's Words ― a winter walkturning right instead of lefti find myself on Standard Avenuewhere memories pass through me, ghostlyi stand before grandmother's housewatch it change, red brick to white siding, peer through walls to a garden ripe with sun-warmed tomatoessweet wild plumsvoices drown out my everydayenglish / slovak discussing coal and politics, sports and beerthe correct way to make pierógian uncle's song, an aunt's soft scoldsimple buzzing quiet of a Sunday afternoona winter walkturning right[...]