Monthly Archives: March 2014

Trees

  Sitting under this five hundred-year-old oak, with its massive branches whose girths rival even the largest trunk of any other tree in sight, I close my eyes and envision Wahusenacawh, weary from an inland trading excursion, resting under its … Continue reading

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Manassas

Manassty, he lobs like a grenade, that’s what they call this place now. But, who are they, I ask, and why so slander our home of twenty years? Simple. Everybody knows, crime and crowding. Twenty years is a long time, … Continue reading

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Run

On these hills and fields, where the kills were yields that took their due from grey and blue, I run. Signal Hill, Bull Run, where lead spilled from guns seeds the ground, while echoes resound, I run. By the Occoquan, … Continue reading

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Mark Center

It was Mrs. Donson, I think, all cat-eye glasses and spindly limbs, she of the stern stare of a fourth-grade teacher in a tomb of a town called Mark Center, yes, it was she who told us of Samuel Clemens, … Continue reading

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