PAUL CHRISTENSEN

SNOW FALL

December 2, 2019

FIRST SNOWFLAKES

November 7, 2019

THE RAIN IT RAINETH EVERY DAY

October 17, 2019

GHOSTS AND MEMORIES

October 3, 2019

NUTSHELLS

September 4, 2019

SUMMER'S END

August 26, 2019

THE ASSUMPTION

August 14, 2019

THE ABSENCE AT THE HEART OF SUMMER

July 31, 2019

THE JOYS AND SORROWS OF JULY

July 8, 2019

MAJESTIC AFTERNOONS

June 16, 2019

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Spring Will Be a Little Late This Year

March 24, 2015

SHOW ME THE AUDIENCE

October 15, 2014

The Past without History

March 31, 2015

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Spring Will Be a Little Late This Year

March 24, 2015

SHOW ME THE AUDIENCE

October 15, 2014

The Past without History

March 31, 2015

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On Solitude

July 20, 2015

I remember a teacher calling my name through a fog of meandering thoughts, and seeing all the faces in class turn to look back at me as I sat there bathed in late afternoon light...

THE MELTING POT

July 3, 2015

The so-called American “melting pot” has long been a cherished dream of utopianists and visionaries, as if a melting pot, a foundry cauldron where intransigent metals were alloyed under extreme heat, were somehow the only way to reconcile the many differences that Amer...

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