The Japanese have a word for it,
the pathos of things,
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Winter Solstice
My wife looked out upon a single fawn
that gnawed, unaware, at the hedge
beside the rock garden on this first day
of winter.
Four Dead in O-hi-o
Rummaging through some old college notebooks from a box in the attic the other day, I came upon a protest flyer from my senior year at Iona College, in New Rochelle, New York. It was May of 1970, and I was weeks away from graduating. “ON STRIKE” the flyer proclaims. Continue reading Four Dead in O-hi-o