November 1857

  • Four Poems

    Brahma. If the red slayer think he slays, Or if the slain think he is slain, They know not well the subtle ways. I keep, and pass, and turn…

  • The Financial Flurry

    "The bowels of the banks, with us the great money-lenders, close with the snap and tenacity of steel-traps; and then a general panic, or want of commercial confidence, brings on a paralysis of the domestic exchanges, and wide-spread bankruptcy and ruin. Importations are checked, of course; but they are checked in a sharp, rapid, and violent way, accompanied by the most painful embarrassments and convulsions."

  • The Mourning Veil

    Then in lifes goblet freely press. The leaves that give it bitterness, Nor prize the colored waters less, For in thy darkness and distress. …

  • Illusions

    Some years ago, in company with an agreeable party, I spent a long summer day in exploring the Mammoth Cave in Kentucky. We traversed, through…

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Life as an Obama Impersonator

"When you think you're the president, you just act like you are above everybody else."

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Things Not to Say to a Pregnant Woman

You don't have to tell her how big she is. You don't need to touch her belly.

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Maine's Underground Street Art

"Graffiti is the farthest thing from anarchy."

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The Joy of Running in a Beautiful Place

A love letter to California's Marin Headlands

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'I Didn't Even Know What I Was Going Through'

A 17-year-old describes his struggles with depression.

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