William Michaelian

Poems, Notes, and Drawings

Funny Little Hole

Vivid blue sky and great white clouds — not too warm for an afternoon walk, but far too bright without the shade of a wide-brimmed straw hat; temporarily blinded, though, by a stretch of new sidewalk.

An impromptu soup of garlic, onion, purple kale, potato (one of which was baked yesterday, the other raw) and white kidney beans (cannellini, it says on the can); olive oil; salt; pepper; a generous amount of thyme.

While chopping and cutting, the sudden awareness of that funny little hole, the gap in the fabric where my eldest brother used to be. No need of repair. The garment is still sound.

July 9, 2022. Afternoon.


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  1. Your beautiful post puts me in mind of this poem:

    “Da Capo

    By Jane Hirshfield

    Take the used-up heart like a pebble
    and throw it far out.

    Soon there is nothing left.
    Soon the last ripple exhausts itself
    in the weeds.

    Returning home, slice carrots, onions, celery.
    Glaze them in oil before adding
    the lentils, water, and herbs.

    Then the roasted chestnuts, a little pepper, the salt.
    Finish with goat cheese and parsley. Eat.

    You may do this, I tell you, it is permitted.
    Begin again the story of your life.”

    Many thanks for your writings. They are always poetry, as are you.

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  2. A beautiful reminder that memories fill the holes left in life’s fabric when those we love and moments we make are gone. Beautiful writing, William. Hope the summer is treating you well.

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