Friday Favorites: I Have Not Tired of the Wilderness
~by Everett Ruess~ I have not tired of the wilderness; rather I enjoy its beauty and the vagrant life I lead, more keenly all the time. I prefer the saddle to the streetcar and star sprinkled sky to a roof, the obscure and difficult trail, leading into the unknown, to any paved highway, and the…
Friday Favorites: the mother
~by Gwendolyn Brooks~ Abortions will not let you forget.You remember the children you got that you did not get,The damp small pulps with a little or with no hair,The singers and workers that never handled the air.You will never neglect or beatThem, or silence or buy with a sweet.You will never wind up the sucking-thumbOr…
Friday Favorites: Paul Bunyan
~by Shel Silverstein~ He rode through the woods on a big blue ox,He had fists as hard as choppin’ blocks,Five hundred pounds and nine feet tall…that’s Paul. Talk about workin’, when he swung his axeYou could hear it ring for a mile and a half.Then he’d yell “Timber!” and down she’d fall…for Paul. Talk about…
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