Sunday Poem
P The Salt of the Sea by Philip Primeau Above the eastern sill of sky, at early tide, arrives the sun to light the sea. Its ruddy blood from heaven spills and fills the...
P The Salt of the Sea by Philip Primeau Above the eastern sill of sky, at early tide, arrives the sun to light the sea. Its ruddy blood from heaven spills and fills the...
So here’s my dilemma. Real partisanship, I mean real, nasty, cut-off-the-country’s-nose-to-spite-the-other-side’s-face partisanship, can be fun, as the average college Republican can tell you. But among it’s many, many downsides is the fact that you...