Ampersand
Tuesday January 16, 2024
Nicholas Friedman We squeeze between erratics fuzzedwith moss to a stand of Krummholz firs,deranged, wind-sculpted, then step from the trailwhile he bends for breath. After a silence,he turns to face me. Finally, I think,he’ll use the word that we all fear,the one that names his mutinous blood.Instead, he explains how “ampersand”was once the 27th letter,before […]