Quaeritur: Aber ein Sturm…
How does a poet write history? I once began with this question. But after several years of focusing on the […]
How does a poet write history? I once began with this question. But after several years of focusing on the […]
I saved $50 dollars on my senior ring because I had a friend in the town over who had family […]
When I still lived in Kansas all those years ago, I would wake up in the middle of the night […]
Two strangers hired to stomp around my attic in hopes of repairing the AC circuit board that was fried by […]
I’ve recently discovered outrageously inexpensive airfare to Europe, and you might as well think I’ve discovered a cure for erotodromomania […]
Once, if I remember well, I had to end an intensely demanding relationship with someone much younger whose native language […]
Today is the last day of 2008–an arbitrary date and an arbitrary number. The older I get, the more in […]
Today is the last day of 2008–an arbitrary date and an arbitrary number. The older I get, the more in […]
They came from Mexico to work our fields. They came from Russia to marry us. From Poland to clean our […]
They came from Mexico to work our fields. They came from Russia to marry us. From Poland to clean our […]