nineeleven

nineeleven

It’s not what it once was. Nothing ever is. I think back to the tragedy that caught the Nation’s attention 17 years ago, and the way everything stood still, collectively suspended, in awe. Together, in awe. Maybe the last time we stood collectively about...
The Calling

The Calling

a poem by Jakob Gollon You must not follow your heart. You must not follow your heart. For if you do you’re sure to find, its madness knows no walls. Mountains have tried the pursuit of such, and down to dust they fall. Scattered bones, the Sirens call, no footsteps...

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