Election Day, November, 1884 — Walt Whitman

Election Day, November, 1884 Walt Whitman If I should need to name, O Western World, your powerfulest scene and show, ‘Twould not be you, Niagara—nor you, ye limitless prairies—nor your huge rifts of canyons, Colorado, Nor you, Yosemite—nor Yellowstone, with all its spasmic geyser- loops ascending to the skies, appearing and disappearing, Nor Oregon’s white […]

engineer

While heading to work yesterday I got stopped at the railroad crossing — a train approacheth. I was pleased because I had been able to turn left onto the main road before the traffic backed up. In fact, I was first in line. A rarity, indeed. As the train began to get nearer, I marveled […]

leaving for work

Steven’s about to walk out the door to head to work. I’m in the bathroom, still flat-ironing my hair — one of my few vanities. Steven leans across the threshold of the doorway to the bathroom to kiss me goodbye. He’s not allowed entrance because Renton has stretched himself lengthwise across the doorway like a […]