Mar 5, 2018 | Non-Fiction |
An Average Sadness It is with small shame that I move to turn on the radio today. Radio is the friend I usually neglect; the friend I only think to call upon when life has turned sad and desperate. I always return to it flushed with guilt — but it is always...
Dec 20, 2006 | Fiction, Poetry |
remember me when i am gone away, gone far away into the silent land; when you can no more hold me by the hand, nor i half turn to go yet turning stay. remember me when no more day by day you tell me of our future that you planned: only remember me; you understand it...
