Hedge of Thorns: Delirium A distant raven caws, and I continue my climb past the low cairn marking Grandpa’s grave. In his last delirium, when Mom had to tie him to the bed, Grandpa’s words were not about thirst. “Put a hedge of thorns around it. Hedge of thorns….” “Why, Grandpa? Mom, he’s not making … Continue reading Hedge of Thorns: Delirium