A line in one of Michael Brownstein’s recent poems caught my attention and inspired me to write a piece about the Orlando nightclub shooting in 2016.
Michael’s piece, “The Druids and Amesemi,” contained a line that stuck with me—"Saturday night, late. (Perhaps it was Sunday morning, early.)” It brought to mind the fog of night when you really do not know what time it is, unlike the daylight hours where you can gauge the time of day by where the sun is in the sky. This is especially the case when trying to give a detailed account of something we may have witnessed.
