If I could put you inside a time machine and send you to 9 a.m., Christmas, in
my girlhood home, most of what you’d find would be unsurprising. My brother and
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In the heart of America’s heartland, on I-40 just west of Oklahoma City, there
is a patch of federally-owned land named Fort Reno. At Fort Reno is a cemetery.
Most of the
This article was first published in December 2008.
So the story goes that when Enric Bernat, Spaniard and former employee of an
apple jam factory, piped himself down on a barstool in Barcelona,
St. John of Damascus
The gold frame, swung crooked again
draws my eye—and rehearsing: stepladder
and shift, retreat, observe, stepladder, shift
again, more to the right—deciding all
of that was still