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Odysseus Adrift

“Son of Laertes and seed of Zeus, resourceful Odysseus, let no need for a guide on your ship trouble you; only set your mast pole and spread the white sails upon it, and sit still, and let the blast of the North Wind carry you.” —Odyssey 10, 504-507   The boards I cut and planed and joined together press into my ...

A Refrain Recalled

for A. A. C. “In the brave days of old,” I said at each stanza's end. I read from a book, in the cold, at a meeting of friends. I remember one thing clearly from all that I read in the cold: you murmured the last line with me, In the brave days of old.   by Amos J. Hunt This poem first ran in the ...

On Fartistry

by Joseph Prever Today I spent fifteen minutes of my evening commute meditating on twelve seconds of dialogue from Parks & Recreation. The line "Well I doth proclaim to be a stupid fartface" kept presenting itself to my mind, and every time it did, I laughed, as if the joke were a magical orange that replenished itself with ...