I would trade you a spoon for a rusty egg…
Poet and Novelist
I would trade you a spoon for a rusty egg…
on a hill with a windmillway out in the sticksstood…
Having read Edith Wharton’s The Age of Innocence once again,…
In the quiet corners of parlors and galleries, amidst the…
In the summer of 1873, when the smoke of industry…