My Place is Here
I. I do not see I do much good, but I cannot leave. Some youngster holds on to me convulsively. I do what I can: stop with him, sit near […]
I Hold the Marrow
“In Brooklyn, in an old vault, mark’d by no special recognition, lie huddled at this moment the undoubtedly authentic remains of the staunchest and earliest patriots from the British prison […]
In the Age of Blood and Heat,
I breathe. The surgeon removes loose splinters of bone from the neighborhood of a soldier’s wound. A bloodless, brown-skinn’d face with eyes billowing in blue flame grit, he bears […]