A clattering sound made me twitch back to see it even though I’d been turning away, but it turned out to be the rod clattering slightly in the towel rack, a sound like the clattering of dishes when the children are jumping, which reminded me of the earthquake, a small one, that rattled the china in the breakfront of the house at 34 Walnut Street in Malden, when my dad was 8, and how his mother, Grandma Ann, called out down the stairs: Burton, stop that jumping! That’s me, imitating his voice, imitating hers.
About the Poet:
Arthur Russell lives is a co-leader of the Red Wheelbarrow Workshop in Rutherford, NJ, and co-editor of the Red Wheelbarrow Journal. He is the winner of Brooklyn Poets Poem of the Year 2015 and runner up for the same prize in 2021. His first chapbook “Unbent Trumpet” (Nutley Arts Press 2017) sold out two printings.
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