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The long road makes slow curls around the floor of the valley on its way to the highway, a leisurely ride past precarious old houses wit..

Have you ever had a dream as big as Autumn, and when you wake on a cold, November morning, she’s still there? Outside, the..

The October ground was still warm enough at six this morning, so the cold front laid in a fog thicker than yesterday’s when my road rose ..

The old woman next door was tall and thin and owned a stocks she kept on the ground near the fence where I lived. I was only four, but ..

If they knew ink was flammable, they would hide it from the poets. Oh, I forget, they’ve left the building, or most of them have, ..

I heard the news today… George Harrison expects to die, just like all the rest. My sweet lord. I laid down by the water a..

“This poetry, which ignorant triflers cast aside, is a sort of fervid and exquisite invention, with fervid expression, in speech or writing, of ..

The "Exotic" places I've known are all on this side of thebigwater. Some are magical. One ran along the side of "Dead Man's Curve" lined ..

The existence of sensible numbers is irrational to me; my short-circuits disallow access to a world where everything can be quantifi..

"Reality Doesn’t Exist Until We Measure It, Quantum Experiment Confirms,” or so they’d have us believe. Measure withwhat"I&..