It’s funny how inclined we are to want to hate the people who have hurt us. It’s not any fun, of course, but it’s funny that we should want to feel a negative emotion we can’t will ourselves to feel. Some of us spend so long trying to be angry with people, we just end… Continue reading A Love Poem After the Fact
Bookcases, empty and bare, Stand purposeless, as if in error. Where once the walls were lined with books Now barren shelves attract no looks The dark store, a cavernous lair, A shadowy shell of what was there When we could lose ourselves with care In stories from book-laden nooks, Then fly away. The… Continue reading A Rondel Lamenting the Slow Demise of the Indie Bookstore
AUDREY GREATHOUSE 