Photo Source: Unsplash I Do Not Grieve Him Attic, scattered hay searching beneath snarls of wood for words unfurled purred in broken shingles. Rain gurgles, beams stow moisture. I have spent my life ( Stuck in the twilight is a tumble of stars that blink up and down} searching famous homes, --palms pressed upon wooden beams smoothed to a softness the side of your thumb-- ranch house in Franklin rumored to have housed subject. ( in the bottom drawer Nathaniel Hawthorne's...