The Dead The dead are always looking down on us, they say. while we are putting on our shoes or making a …
One Art The art of losing isn’t hard to master; so many things seem filled with the intent to be lost that …
Hélas To drift with every passion till my soul Is a stringed lute on which all winds can play, Is it for …
Ashes and Blossoms Today, again, On the string spun from grief and pain, I threaded blossoms; drawn from your memory. And I …
English BA Chriselle Tidrick has followed an unusual career path since graduation. I received my B.A. from GW in 1994 with a …
If We Must Die If we must die, let it not be like hogs Hunted and penned in an inglorious spot, While …