A poem by Thomas Thornburg from Munseetown This winter sun again is centered Above Gillespie Towers where Each dawn discovers lights declaring Early risers there. Infirm and ill and some demented, Why do they rise in winter, staring When each in her cell might bask instead In summer dreams beneath the snows Of memory, secure [...]

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A comment from Stan It’s just terrible of me, but I am enjoying this little to-do over pigs and lipstick. It’s time set aside, now, to visit with an old friend, a well-worn cliché, a metaphor that hung around a little long, became self-conscious and realized that there was a sexism at its own root. [...]

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