Why is it that when she searches for images here in cyberspace, images related to concrete things here on earth, the images that come back to her are from space, outer space? Like this one. That image right there is the Cartwheel Galaxy, 150,000 light years away. Cartwheels have been on her mind for a … Continue reading The Cartwheel Galaxy
There are several stop signs in the tiny foothills-of-the-Adirondack-Mountains town (Welcome to the Hamlet of Holland Patent, pop. 300 – don’t you love the word “hamlet”?), but no stop light. Take Route 365 on your way north or south or east or west and you’ll drive right through it. You probably won’t stop unless you … Continue reading Now that the old man is gone, she thinks about him much of the time.
Objects, Memory and Meaning
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"you are not alone," the poem said, in the dark tunnel. ~Louise Glück
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