Ann Hutton

I walk up South Manor with Jonah in my arms, intending to distract him from his realization that Mommy is not around, hoping to assuage his minor upset, his tiredness, his overriding desire to bury his face into the pillow of her breast and be drunk with the milk of all that it means.

Jonah Valentine Perry caught the last train from Nirvana and arrived in Kingston almost two weeks past his due date. It was an auspicious birth in the end, although it had its surprising elements—things did not go as planned, which only goes to show that plans hatched in the Great Beyond take their own course.