by Nancy Machlis Rechtman She feels her way through the dappled landscapeCradling the memories of a time when it was filled with lightAnd hopeAnd dreamsInstead of this endless echo chamberOf lonelinessWhere she now resides. The sun has yielded to the moon’s prowessSinking slowly across the Western skyBut this is no…
By Gerald Yuscavage God emerged and said, “Oh, Myself,” before committing those persons deeply dependent on the intricate rhythms of the Ptolemaic system to a highly reputable institution.
