Ghost Stories

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In great deeds, something abides. On great fields something stays. Forms change and
pass; bodies disappear, but spirits linger, to consecrate ground for the vision-place of souls.
And reverent men and women from afar, and generations that know us not and that we
know not of, heart-drawn to see where and by whom great things were suffered and
done for them, shall come to this deathless field to ponder and dream; And lo!
the shadow of a mighty presence shall wrap them in its bosom,
and the power of the vision pass into their souls.

Bvt. Maj. Gen. Joshua L. Chamberlain

Dancing for the Crowd

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I spent the afternoon before I gave my first poetry reading drinking wine in an outdoor café in Santa Fe. Although I’d set aside the time as a sort of toast to my two years of grad school, although I instagrammed a glow-y shot of the wine and my manuscript and the robin’s egg sky (#nofilter), I was miserable.