It was the wind, when first it grew,

that carried news of rain that brewed;

it made the sun more true.

Some poetry is not science, but all true science is poetic in nature. Poetry and science are interwoven in an intimate and dynamic relationship in which poetry has priority in some way. The significance of MacDonald’s proclamation that “poetry includes science” lies in its integrated rather than dualist conception of art and nature…

I looked down at the shards of prismatic textured plastic in her hands, sparkling in the late-April sun. The deer had done a number on the front of our little blue hatchback, and we were about to leave it behind for the tow truck to take to a scrapyard…

When I was too little to remember my age, I sat on a mustard yellow, long and low 1960s couch where my grandfather asked me who I wanted to be when I grew up…

I have never heard Bluefield referred to as the Light of the World but I cannot imagine a city that has a greater claim to this name. Over the last century, Bluefield and the surrounding areas have …