Ozone blues and the hands that tried. That old Zenith sat like a dark-faced preacher, its back peeled open - a small cathedral of wire and light.
A remembrance at Eldridge Park in Elmira, NY At the edge of the hills, where the air holds the scent of mown grass and river wind, a diamond-shaped field gathers the last of the sun. Dad laces his cleats,
The dark is crowded with attention, Every shadow seems to hear, And the silence bends around me Like a mouth pressed to my ear.
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.
I didn’t sharpen a blade. I sharpened a sentence, let it worry my mouth for days,