Ozone blues and the hands that tried. We had that old Zenith laid open on its back - wires exposed, glass tubes rising out of it like something living.
A remembrance at Eldridge Park in Elmira, NY By the time the game ended, Dad’s socks were red with infield dust and the lights over the ballfield had already started buzzing on.
The dark is crowded with attention, Every shadow seems to hear, And the silence bends around me Like a mouth pressed to my ear.
I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the skills I want. And why do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in my life. And I am horribly limited. - Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath I wake up before the sun like the day owes me money.
Thomas Paine’s Common Sense Its Transformative Impact on the American Revolution An Essay by GBS jr 2023 Those who expect to reap the blessings of freedom must, like men, undergo the fatigues of supporting it. - The American Crisis (1776) Abstract This monograph reexamines the origins,
after Dr. Hook’s “ Sylvia’s Mother ” I thought her mother would answer. That’s how long it had been. So when Sylvia said my name I held the phone tighter than I meant to.
No one spoke. The clock ticked once and seemed to think better of it. Evening settled in the room like someone taking a seat to hear what would happen next.
I didn’t sharpen a blade. I sharpened a sentence, let it worry my mouth for days,