The Unexpected interest made him flush. Suddenly he seemed to forget the pain, – Consented, – and held out one finger from the others. The gash was bleeding, and a shaft of sun That glittered in and out among the wheels, Fell lightly, warmly, down into the wound. And as the fingers of the factory … Continue reading
Nothing Gold Can Stay Robert Frost Nature’s first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf’s a flower; But only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf. So Eden sank to grief, So dawn goes down to day. Nothing gold can stay.
The other day as I was skimming through my December issue of ‘Esquire’ (I know right, so gauche) I came across a humorous article, ‘The Problem With Playing Santa: It’s All About How the Costume Fits,” written by the witty author Tom Chiarella. After reading about Chiarella’s horrid and rather embarrassing experience of playing the role of … Continue reading