by Douglas Granum | Sep 26, 2022 | Essays
My eager lover is coming to me. I am waiting by my window to catch a first glimpse of her. She will be smiling, her blue eyes will be shining. I will feel, for I know myself, I will feel breathless. I am already excited. Hard cold rain is falling Threading her lithe...
by Douglas Granum | Sep 8, 2022 | Essays, History
Her withered old face died into a long shiny coffin We stood and watched in amazement as they took her from the North Dakota coal black hearse. We listened in obedient silence as mourners sang “The Old Rugged Cross” In that clearing...
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