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THE ICE MAN COMETH
Vermont has gone into deep storage, buried under a foot of sticky snow, with drifts reaching up to a few feet in some places. The silence...


THE ROAD TO CHILDHOOD
I was on a trek with my wife looking for protest poetry for a book I had proposed to Oxford University Press. They gave me some advance...


CHAPPED LIPS
A bitterly cold day today, with the window panes looking like some Currier & Ives dinnerplate. An arctic blast rolled across the entire...


WHAT WENT WRONG?
Somebody must have told the media moguls that America can’t get enough of bad news to satisfy their thirst for horror or need to feel...


THE DAY OF RECKONING
Okay, I went to bed with the results of the Georgia midterms’ run-off still wide open. Figured it will take the counters another twelve...


THE RAGS OF NOVEMBER
We’re all back in solitary confinement now that autumn is played out and winter is beginning to construct the iron canopy over our...


THE JOURNEY WE MUST ALL TAKE
When you’re a knee-scabbed, scruffy looking kid, a tree-climbing ruffian hanging from the neighbor’s crab apple tree and running away...


THE BENNIE THOMPSON CRUSADE
Cold air and hard winds are blowing against the sky. You can almost feel the battening down of nature as winter’s heavy footstep is felt...


THE CORNHOLE TOURNAMENT
It’s been overcast for several days now. Fall came in with a pile of slate and built a canopy over our little town. You hardly know...


THE FIRST CHILL AIR OF SUMMER'S END
It’s overcast and almost chilly this Sunday afternoon. Rain is expected in the next few days. The tourists have mostly gone home, and...
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