The town is shabbier now…
My cousin is returning home—to a place he reviled—
having run out his luck in the West. His plan
is to move into the garage on the old homestead, which of course
is no plan at all. I sometimes hear the call to return…
—Mark Wunderlich, from poem My Local Dead
- 100 People Succeeding Is A Signal
- A Book Must Be The Ax That Breaks The Frozen Sea Within Us
- A Day Grows Old As We Do
- A Day Will Come At Last When I Shall Take The Hidden Paths
- A Good Date Shake Should Be A Little Trashy
- A Good Traveler Has No Fixed Plans
- A Good Traveler Is One Who Does Not Know Where He Is Going
- A Green Skin Growing Over Whatever Winter Did To Us
- A Hour Of Thinking Can Save You A Decade Of Work