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*** There are no blacksmiths anymore to hammer iron wills into medals for valor, no longer struck are the long ..

*** I suppose to her I felt like I’d been planted, a turnip or Yukon Gold, 24 carat heavy, nine months of misery ..

***after Stanley Kunitz Grandmother planted the seed;it didn’t take long to sprout.Grandmother said she'd seen itso close she..

*** Seven pairs of hunched over shoulders, the clink of spoons against white cups, Hank Williams Jr. on the juke in the corner..

*** I've seen twin lights of tractors like night fires that pierce the dark in a race against the rain. I've heard the clanks ..

*** We crawled from the slime a billion years ago. It seems odd, in all that time we haven't changed. Ask any..

*** A black mountain rising, a momentary summit above the blue of the Pacific, the fall and crash water, foam,..

*** A telephone call unanswered; a ship's bell unrung; crabs scrabble to reach safety in the surf; a black cloud forms above an ..

*** It is a miracle. I am not cold. The world is frozen. I am actually warm. How can that be? The techni..

*** A polar vortex has reached my marrow. I am now one with the white bears. Frigid water drips from my faucets. The pipes ha..