Tag Archives: P. C. Vandall

Flight Risk

You once built a model airplane for me. I remember because the sky that day was a silken blue tablecloth spread out across the atmosphere without china white clouds or silver linings. It was a vast untraveled country, uncluttered, shapeless … Continue reading

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Bell Flowers

She dismisses doorbells for intruders, hides beneath the keyhole in darkness, counts footsteps like chimes that fade away. She keeps secrets from cathedrals, towers, schools and funerals. Ships in a coastal fog drift unnoticed. They haunt her like her father, … Continue reading

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