* * * dirge for the bald eagle for vesta knee deep in galoshes and untamed chocolate mouth, i puddle among the rapids. ________our guide points to the east…
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* * * After an afternoon of sullen grump and frown lines—swift and heavy, resembling a cut, deeper for its unchartedness, I stop to listen to the avian row of…
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Behind the mask, another mask. -Thou Ghosts have no memory, but I do. -Janice Lee On a drizzly Friday evening I decide to ride my bike to the…
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There is a tree with a good bole on it in the side of the yard next to the drive. I can sit in it. Prop my feet up. Dangle…
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She is standing. There used to be a bench here, a place to sit and contemplate. Declared a superfund site, this park has been closed for over a decade. Its…
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Once upon a time, I was a time traveler. The voyage started on a cross-country flight to Baltimore, followed by a fitful sleep in my teenage bedroom. The next night,…
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Image Credit: Joseph Cornell, Object (Roses des Vents); 1942-53; Construction, 2 5/8 x 21 1/4 x 10 3/8 in; The Museum of Modern Art, New York Philosophy’s first question is…
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Nostalgia is a powerful manipulator. Whether it’s the latest Star Wars or superhero retread or yet another video game sequel, nostalgia is big business. But who exactly wants to go…
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I recently purchased a VCR because nostalgia has been hitting me hard lately. My fiance and I rescued one of these archaic machines from a local Goodwill and as many…