Month

March 2014
I loaned my book of Jane Hirshfield poetry (“After”)  to a friend after she was in a Car Accident. This was over three years ago. I lived on Foster Ave in State College. e sat on the wooden slats of my bedroom floor in the evening light and talked about it.I gave her a change...
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            The term break in my Bulgarian school was at the end of January. Four other Americans and myself met in Sofia and took a series of buses to Kosovo to explore during our few days off in hectic and draining work schedules. Each of us carried some worn part of ourselves and thought and...
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