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Elektra

In this New England winter scene, the solitary maple tree is a survivor, growing around and upon the sharp staves of a black wrought iron fence in the snow.

“Ich war ein schwarzer Leichnam unter Lebenden” “I was a corpse among the living” I was mesmerized in the balcony as my eyes followed the suspended Sputnik chandeliers’ dreamlike ascent toward the ceiling, passing right in front of my face as their lamps gradually extinguished and the house settled in anxious darkness. I had a… Continue reading Elektra

Death is not the worst of evils

Every morning, weather permitting, I drive the six miles from my house in Trenton to Washington Crossing State Park and walk the paved drives that cut through the historic site connecting picnic groves, parking lots, a nature center and an outdoor amphitheater. There’s also a small museum with Revolutionary War artifacts which are housed in… Continue reading Death is not the worst of evils

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