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History  First it was the fragment singing its broken oratorio against the orotund and fragrant whole. We were in pieces in the choir and the ear was thrilled to hear...
Read MoreThomas Hardy These are perfect sonnets by the master. His thought is crabbed, his metre a little eccentric at times, so that he reminds me of Emily Dickinson, but also...
Read MoreTim Congdon Tim sent me this in February of 2008. I will miss him. He ‘tore through the iron gates of time’. My love to Zach, who lost a father. The rest of us lost...
Read MoreA Midnight Thirst  A midnight thirst comes upon me. The air between us burns. We bend to the moon. Nocturnal shifting in the shadows, Hiding from the high hoots of...
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