Those Winter Sundays

I came across this poem called Those Winter Sundays by Robert Hayden while going through a poem anthology. I thought it was beautiful, and hope you will find it so, too. Sundays too my father got up early and put his clothes on in the blueblack cold, then with cracked hands that ached from labor... Continue Reading →

Another Day in the Office

As he poked me in my back for the seventh time, albeit playfully, I looked behind and glared. My lack of a smile shocked him, and it made him uneasy. He felt it was just a joke, a way of calling my attention; a way of publicly showing that we were good friends. But my... Continue Reading →

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