The Recovering Hopper

Then sounded the voice of the trumpet, with syllabled fire, Troubling their line. Commands were shouted. The measured Sweep of oars smote t...

Have you ever been out in the deep country, late at night, and looked up at the celestial dome utterly dumbfounded? For city-folk and even ...

Had a really amusing thought in the midst of an absolutely horrible Friday, but unfortunately I keep forgetting to tell anyone. Not that any...