I am in here.
I’m adding lots of long, odd-looking posts now. Why? It’s part of the move to Typepad. On my old site, which looks to the average FTP program much like a nest of dust-bunnies does to a vacuum cleaner, I kept my own personal bunch of favorite poems. So, if I’m gonna be here, they are … Continue reading Long postings
Detroit, 1942 He made a line on a blackboard, one bold stroke from right to left diagonally downward and stood back to ask, looking as always at no one in particular, “What have I done?” From the back of the room Freddie shouted, “You’ve broken a piece of chalk.” M. Degas did not smile. “What … Continue reading M. Degas Teaches Art & Science at Durfee Intermediate School
This is a story handed down.It is about the old days when Billand Florence and a lot of their kinlived in the little tin-roofed housebeside the woods, below the hill.Mornings, they went up the hillto work, Florence to the house,the men and boys to the field.Evenings, they all came home again.There would be talk then … Continue reading Creation Myth
Something new to check out over on Israpundit… I never thought I’d be angry about bias in media, but here I am. Ah, well. The whole thing is over on their website. The truth is buried in the Palestinian tunnels. Barry Shaw, who writes, The View from Here, sent us this interesting post. This week … Continue reading More reading
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