The semester is over, the students are heading home, some are hanging around to graduate. It rained last night, and today the clouds reign. A

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The semester is over, the students are heading home, some are hanging around to graduate. It rained last night, and today the clouds reign. A
Here’s a little preview I made. I guess that’s what you’d call it, though it’s not for a movie. I’m tossing it out on Instagram
In class, we talk a lot about aesthetics, or the study of art–both appreciating it and creating it. It’s something the writer (the literary writer)
During this winter’s illness, I couldn’t read. It happens every time. The words lift off the page. I could call it lack of concentration, but
There were always books in the house. My father, a mechanic and coal miner, loved history and science. Mom read historical novels and mysteries. Somewhere
I’ve written enough, for now, about the past and its specific pains. These two weeks of blog posts have been grueling, but important, because this