\\’When you were little,

‘When you were little, what inspired you to feel this way?’\” Then he paused and asked, \”Looking in the mirror and having it crack in two?\” Instead of clobbering him, I laughed-the kind of laugh that escapes into the air before you can catch it. The kind of chuckle that shows a tiny form of … Read more

Unwearied, and with springing

Unwearied, and with springing steps elate, I had conveyed my wealth along the road. The empty sack proved now a heavier load: I was borne down beneath its worthless weight. I stumbled on, and knocked at Death’s dark gate. There was no answer. Stung by sorrow’s goad I forced my way into that grim abode, … Read more