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In this hut named Walden’s I read Psalms out loud, to the dark. It’s early November and the windows are showing streaks of cold. Through the smudged...
In this hut named Walden’s I read Psalms out loud, to the dark. It’s early November and the windows are showing streaks of cold. Through the smudged...
About poets, Percy Bysshe Shelley wrote, “They measure the circumference and sound the depths of human nature with a comprehensive and all-penetrating spirit, a...
The sign said, Machinist Of Love. And he took my battered pump. With spanner, riffler, callipers, lathe, he worked all the bent and bloody years into an ordered...
Should you want to extend your Halloween “season”, here’s a scary article by Chris Hedges, written in 2004, and republished the other day by an organization cal...