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Few things infuse a swifter sadnessThan the piped-in sound ofAn antiquated, sentimental songEchoing off the cavernous aisles ofFlorescent-lit supermarket shelvesAt some ungodly, burdensome hourMaking you
Few things infuse a swifter sadnessThan the piped-in sound ofAn antiquated, sentimental songEchoing off the cavernous aisles ofFlorescent-lit supermarket shelvesAt some ungodly, burdensome hourMaking you
In American Suburbia,The more money people have,The more miserable they look. Clench-jawed, lips fused,Eyes roving while clutching artisanal coffee,Weighing the inhabitants by their gains,With a
I read Confucius in a graveyardIn an effort to break a malignant streak of writer’s blockAnother time, I ate nothing but pretzels and yogurtFor two
Richard CapogrossoApr 1·3 min read The world is watching carefully to see how these two emerge from the pandemic. What is that dark streak of
A New Year BeginsAs we Struggle with Dark FearSearching for the Light What are the itemsThat we Decide to CarryWhen the World is Lost A
I’m walking on the sunsetThe earth is glowing beneath my feetThough it does not burnIt soothes, calms, leads me back homeI follow the sun to