The ground is heavy, wet,
Waiting for winter.
Even here, she returns:
Fog on the ground like memory
Memories coiling like smoke.
Waiting for winter
The ground is heavy, wet,
Waiting for winter.
Even here, she returns:
Fog on the ground like memory
Memories coiling like smoke.
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Thanksgiving, rememberance, and a digital omen
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Eulogy
Marsha Delaney Metcalfe died last month, after living with multiple sclerosis for almost thirty-five of her sixty-six years. We had been partners for…
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Yet another denial of habeas corpus
Literally, this time. As you know, habeas corpus means "produce the body", and --entirely in accordance with Virginia law-- the hospital isn't about…
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