Falling Asleep with a Clean Pillowcase The pillow case is murmuring, “I remember, I remember— guess what I remember:   the washing line, the backyard, the sun stacking shadows; the sleeping dog sloth-sucked to the lawn, the troupe of unchased pigeons; the neighbour mowing a duet with the muffled postman’s bike; the wind coaching clothes to dance, their arms peg-held; bees nuzzling the gum tree, a school bell calling far away..   I remember all these things were there and then, and here.” Katherine Spadaro       Advice to Authors Strive for clarity—   for purity of impulse wedding…