A Ghost in the Apple Orchard
For Robert Frost
By Bill Gleed
Honey bees from a wild hive
Have come and gone on their way —
But the White-tailed hornets hide
in the branches
A Ghost in the Apple Orchard
For Robert Frost
By Bill Gleed
Honey bees from a wild hive
Have come and gone on their way —
But the White-tailed hornets hide
in the branches
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Late Wittgenstein by Way of Frost
By Simon Mermelstein
Some say the mind is made from matter;
Others, thought.
Having thought about the matter,
I’d say both are idle chatter
And that the spectators … Continue reading→