Near-Earth Object

I must confess (though to do so is to slash At my own grapevines), we poets often do Great harm to ourselves — for instance, when you’re weary And distracted and we bother you with our poems; Or when our feelings are hurt because a friend Is brave enough to criticize so much
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It’s freezing. I can’t stop shivering. I’m in the middle of a snow-blighted wasteland, and everything is white, and it would be hard to tell day from…
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A long time ago, I began to take a serious interest in music; that is, listening to it, singing along with it, and indulging in fantasies about being a…
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As an awkward, neurotic, bespectacled smartypants, I am stereotypically predisposed to be a fan of superheroes. And so I am, but only fairly recently…
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Sunlight is the best disinfectant, so they say. Wicked deeds and ideas can be defeated by offering them up to public scrutiny, exposing them as morally…
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I thought it was about time I gave myself permission to write about things that weren't all that important. We're living through such Unprecedented…
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Near-Earth Object

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