An optimist sees the glass as half full. A pessimist sees the glass as half empty. An engineer sees the glass as being twice as big as it needs to be. I was five years old when my father pointed out the twin granite pillars that cling to Wheeler Crest. “It’s a rabbit,” I said and […]
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From page 163 of “Here’s England” by Ruth McKenney and Richard Bransten Soaring pillars, vaulted roofs, Columns rise unbroken. The great pointed walls of stone, This massive stone; Flight of steep, leads upward. You–subdued, dim, half conscious, Clumsy, solid, naive. The massive walls. You feel awkward, Scared, excited, daring, On the threshold of a dream. […]
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To me it was loud but these park-pond Mallards were accustomed to the racket, still milling around the benches and the water’s edge like it wasn’t even there. I wished they’d fear it. I wanted the lawn mower to scare some lost wild back into their webbed feet and remind them that begging for bread […]
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