Willa Cather can make you believe that Nebraska is a little more idyllic than your particular piece of America. Prairie flowers bloom near fields of waving wheat. Sturdy immigrant farmers build sturdy farmhouses and some residents install hammocks on the upper porch to sleep out under the stars on summer evenings. Even the fierce winter […]
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Poetry: The End of Corona
I fantasize about an ending, a fitting denouement, Because all arcs descend to resolution, flood tides recede to mud flats, but Some journeys are a one-way ticket and end in distant homes, where I, for one, never intended to rest. –Alex Joyner