Lost/Found

Maggie Larson was on Ken’s porch with me and Janet when Elizabeth Smart was found.

Maggie was sleeping,  Janet was smoking and I was drinking coffee.

The stone was cool in the heavy air and from the corners of our ears we heard The Strokes through Ken’s open door and tendrils of “Have You Got A Story For Me” upsweeping from across the street at Angela Parenza‘s.

The Parenza porch was empty save for the potted Begonia’s and the Barry-an strings, Ken’s was full of us and some reddening tomatoes, and whatever was on the porch a few blocks down by Bob Berdella’s I cannot say.  We were too scared of ghosts to walk past what was lost there.

10 Responses to “Lost/Found”

  1. i love how ears have corners in this piece.
    Angela Parenza’s tidy porch, Ken’s strewn with thoughts and feet.

    Your writing is photography.

    you sure know how to get me. THANK YOU for saying that in just that way. i have something in mind for a collaborative venture. so pleased that you mentioned it. 🙂

  2. I remember that porch, the coffee, the dog, and concerto of sirens

    of course you do. and i appreciate it very much.
    any friend of maggie’s.

  3. What a vivid moment.

    You are a master at keeping it brief, and still finding space within it to be weirdly expansive and powerful.

    I’m jealous.

    you are not.

    i don’t even know what to say.
    i value your work so much that your comment makes me giddy.
    in a purely sophisticated kind of way.

  4. Paula in Atlanta Says:

    I really like what you’ve done with these lines:

    “and whatever was on the porch a few blocks down by Bob Berdella’s I cannot say. We were too scared of ghosts to walk past what was lost there.”

    It’s the unspoken association of the Smart case, the neighbor’s stark porch with a single floral demarcation… juxtaposed to a sleeping being, unaware of the incoming news of yet another fresh horror making its way to the doorstep.

    your comment suggests you remember bob berdella. ken’s family was never in danger– the neighborhood horrors associated with berdella occurred in the late 80’s, and the house was torn down over a decade ago. still it is unsettling to imagine the tincture of evil that once existed nearby, so close to such sweet spirits. thank you for reading, for remembering, for understanding.

  5. i’d love an email, when you can?
    You know i am always down for you.
    Your story pictures.

  6. Wonderful feel hanging out in the foothills of evil.

    “still it is unsettling to imagine the tincture of evil that once existed nearby, so close to such sweet spirits. ” love it.

  7. kidlatanvillage Says:

    hi i am from kidlatanvillage and i like your blog. thanks.

  8. ooh – I remember that Maggie. She is one hot bitch.

    What you say is true, however unfortunately you’ve phrased it, and actually I don’t know anyone (including me) she hasn’t tried to french. Good to see you, Frank.

  9. I don’t like Frank’s reference to our friend Maggie. I sure do remember the days of lollygagging on our porch all the while Angela Parenza was lollygagging on her porch just 4 houses away. Those were the days that we waited until Monday.

    The Waiting Til Monday policy is really better for everyone. Don’t worry too much about Frank. He means well.

    Man, I’m glad to see you. Awful, awful glad.

  10. Anonymous Says:

    It is amazing that everyone remembers Berdella – it has been over 20 years –

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