-Hearth and Home-

I like to walk badly while gawking at houses. Somewhere in the peeling yellow, and bare-historical-wood-rot, there is something worth stubbing my toe. I muse after stone and story. Lose my feet in boarded windows. I hoard a good archway, pergola molding, and spire. That irregular load-beam protrusion needs my day dreams. Perhaps this was once a duplex, but now it has bad stucco and it leans like a widow who too late in life has to figure living alone. He forgot to shave this morning, and has misplaced the groceries. Each cracked pane reminds him of wordlessness. And he leaves his gate at a rusty discordant angle. Maybe one day I will groan and list groggily out of my vinyl siding. Shake off my Grecian columns, and abut a courtyard. Until then, 00 Be the 1st to...