On words, or: Upwards

My 1st quadruple etheree From the day he pulled him- self up by the bars of his crib, he could never be held down. Scampering up tree trunks, scal- ing walls... His mother lived in con- stant terror, quaking whenever the phone rang. Then, one fateful day, he set his sights upon the peak of… Continue reading On words, or: Upwards