Entering the Basement
ENTERING THE BASEMENT There was a lot more there than we were, well, aware of. Much of what he grew he canned, unwilling to throw away even what no one wanted, including himself. He himself had forgotten what all was stored beneath the living room floor of the house, where no more than a dusty ray slithered on the chance he cracked the door to let us glimpse a dark as fecund as soil and stretching deep as a mine, a mind.