William Michaelian

Poems, Notes, and Drawings

Henry

Henry

Henry was my great-grandmother Eliza’s husband. I know even less about him than I do about her. Flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood — I remember my mother saying the fall from his horse that killed him was no accident.

Penny Thoughts and Photographs, November 8, 2009

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