“We climb the stone staircase
of the redstone Victorian building,
my father, my aunt, my husband carrying our baby,
escaping from the mid-July heat.
My mother is missing, dead one year.’’
— From “Fairbanks Museum and Planetarium,’’ by Jane Shore
“We climb the stone staircase
of the redstone Victorian building,
my father, my aunt, my husband carrying our baby,
escaping from the mid-July heat.
My mother is missing, dead one year.’’
— From “Fairbanks Museum and Planetarium,’’ by Jane Shore