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It was, ostensibly, the Buffalo Road, but the combination of budgetary constraints and general disinterest had ensured that Route 219 was no mor..

Don’t give me some dark, inscrutable muse With faux chaste coyness and misleading smiles; Give me a memory that I can use To ..

The collie, fur grayed and patchy, lopes away from his house, Ostensibly bound for nowhere in particular, Knowing only that it is that t..

This most silent of silent nights Was no different from any which had come before it, Nothing at all to mark it as extraordinary or..

After so long we have returned To reclaim all that we once spurned. We cannot change what might have been; Come meet me in the cool green..

If you put the question to, say, one Ben Haramed, He would, as befits a wily old desert jackal, Find such notions of faith and fidelity qui..

We’d stumbled upon it, playing on a channel heretofore unknown to us, Almost as if the remote, in a final, desperate attempt To esca..

I shared a beer and sympathy with a gnarled, obsolete man Whose wizened visage spoke of unwise choices. He spoke wistfully (though ap..

There is, I admit, no small attraction in the possession Of the wand--but invariably that becomes obsession, For magic bewitches all i..

She had always smiled. Getting a smile out of his mother was no mean feat; not that she was dour or stern, exactly, but it wouldn’t b..