Damp

Damp

Damp The clouds have come right down to the ground, enveloping me It is not raining, but I can feel the water particles brushing against my skin with their cold, damp...
November 9th

November 9th

November 9th The stars shine in bright defiance of the waning half moon   Behind me and to the west the lunatic yipping of coyotes echos A farm dog standing sentry barks and the pack falls silent   Frost sparkles on the ground yesterday’s storm has blown...
Lit 101

Lit 101

I had a professor in my freshman literature course who was obsessed with Christian symbolism. Scarred by a Catholic education, he looked for it in everything, from Franz Kafka to used car advertisements. Raised in the Episcopal Church, I sympathized with his biases. ...