When Ehrichto turns the corner at Fourth a double row of flowering pear trees makes him almost gasp aloud. He immediately forgets to take note of the new buildings among the old or the absence of businesses he once knew. All he sees are the trees, their fat white flower clusters nearly obscuring dark branches. He is overwhelmed by a sense of being home.


Ehrichto has not called Louisville that in a very long while.
By the time he reaches Broadway, he is trembling.

Bardo, by N.S. Beranek,  forthcoming from Lethe Press.