Class of 1960
We meet again, halfway to the sea; we touch again, halfway from the snow. Our disentangled lives have floated free through range and farm and city far below, and far away from home. We floated free …Read the poem
Poems from December 2024
White Privilege High School
Professional lawns, exquisite flowers, houses out of Sunset illumined quiet wealth. Money was mostly new, but tastefully displayed. Professional men sipped cocktails with their wives, quietly, of course, when business deals were done. …Read the poem
The Body and Its Desires
for Matthew ArnoldRead the poem
