Grandfather's House

My grandfather's house, his aged wood building reminds me of my age. White siding showed evidence of negligence. The painted piece fell, it gathered in the window frame, trembled, and left a small piece of wood. Trembling is brown and coarse, like an old tree bark. It hangs diagonally and leaves the impression of experience. There is a pouch closed with moss in front of the main entrance. Moss is hanging from a pouch like a moving wave. It is mounted on a pouch, it is a cast iron track that shows the same strength as the new one, while it is curved.

In October 2012 my grandfather 's house was destroyed by Hurricane Sandy. My grandfather lived in a suburb of a small island in Atlantic City, Brigent, New Jersey, but he spent more than 50 years at the house. My mother and sister grew up there, and when I was a child I lived in a neighborhood. I learned to swim from my grandparents' pier. Other works by Matthew Rohrer of Wave Books this year are different from most poetry collections. It not only abandons the preciousness of "poetry" but also combines its own pleasures (such as robot feet and illegal reading) with things that are not so interesting (such as commuting or loss of work). It is not only to move back and forth between deep experience and superficial experience in a powerful, familiar, blatant, rude manner - what others do is even more strange. More

My grandfather's house is a very special place. When I was a child, I lived with my grandfather for many years. His house seems to have something to change it all the time. As you enter the front door of his house, you will find a narrow staircase leading to the main passage of the house. When you reach this point, the strong smell of tobacco smoke becomes very obvious. Yes, my grandfather smoked. - 65 years ago, a person to protect the American citizen was born. I have never been with him in my life, but he is still the hero. He has the opportunity to learn while growing, growing and keeping the best memory. I was the first spectacular child he was born. My life has changed dramatically in my seventh grader 's spring. My beloved grandfather was diagnosed with liver disease