4 days agoMember-onlyGloucester at the Cliffs of DoverThe Fiend appeared in the rain at the top of the cliff, no need for him to fall again.Shakespeare1 min readPhoto by Tatiana via PexelsGloucester at the Cliffs of Dover----
Aug 2Member-onlyOracleQueen of smoke, heaven’s daughter, you were never more than Apollo’s laughter anyway, a puff of gray, a miasmatic haze of burnt tobacco…Poetry1 min readPhoto by cottonbro via PexelsOracle----
Jul 26Member-onlyThe WalkWe’ve been carless for about a month. I’ve been walking, biking, bumming rides. I walked to the in-town grocery store yesterday. There are no sidewalks, hardly any shoulders, but I made it. There’s a big hill. I passed a dead skunk, got a few rocks in my right shoe. …Poetry1 min read
Jul 21Member-onlyIs It Ethical to Keep Pets?Your answer depends on how important you think your own comfort is. The primary product of pets these days is comfort. From another point of view, the primary labor they perform is service. And I’m not going to argue that that has no value, or that pets don’t benefit from…Pets5 min read
Jul 19Member-onlyIce and FireThe day Natalie left for Charleston, Max sketched the scene on the sidewalk in chalk. He frowns as he waves goodbye, his arms arching over…Poetry1 min readSimon Jaques Rochard, “Lady Smith and Her Children.” Public domain courtesy of The Metropolitan Museum of ArtIce and Fire----
Jul 12Member-onlyYour Songfor Tracy Pellett, 24th President of Glenville State CollegePoetry1 min readPhoto by Al d’Vilas via PexelsYour Song----1
Jul 5Member-onlyKristianiaHedda wakes with a start, her head on Løvborg’s shoulder. The same rhythmic clack that lulled her to sleep pulls her out, her head bouncing…Poetry1 min readPhoto by Alexander Bagno on UnsplashKristiania----
Jun 28Member-onlySleeping with the DonkeyWe bought it before Charlotte was born, A goofy stuffed gray toy dubbed “Donkey Man.” We gave it to her before she could stand, And she loved it very moderately. A million more followed: Doggie Doggie, Daddy Fox, Baby Fox, Dee the Deer, and Yes, these all are really really real names Of…Toys1 min read
Jun 21Member-onlyComing Down off Afton MountainWe drove up Afton Mountain, Cloaked in fog, To say goodbye Before she left for Fife, The splendor of the Shenandoah Somewhere to our left.Poetry1 min readPhoto by Brian Schumin under Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 2.0 Generic license via Wikimedia CommonsComing Down off Afton Mountain----
Jun 14Member-onlyFleasAt 6 I knew that “fuck” was the word to use whenever you were angry or frustrated or wanted to get under someone’s skin. This was back before I knew words like rancor and spite and abuse. At 6 I knew that “divorce” was a threat. They fought morning, afternoon, evening. They…Poetry1 min read