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PAUL CHRISTENSEN
OLD MANHATTAN PALACE
I had a serious case of cabin fever here in central Vermont a few days ago. I told my wife I had to get out and wanted to go to New York,...
LET A SMILE BE YOUR UMBRELLA
The sun popped out behind the winter clouds. It was like someone suddenly looking up and smiling at you. Maybe it was a stranger in the...
LET A SMILE BE YOUR UMBRELLA
The sun popped out behind the winter clouds. It was like someone suddenly looking up and smiling at you. Maybe it was a stranger in the...
Winter's Book of Wisdom
The winter sun frowns over the crest of a hill, uncertain whether to keep rising or go back to sleep somewhere in the thicket of pine...
Nostalgia, or Doping the Mind
If you’ve been to a few local art fairs in your time, you will have found yourself idly passing the little kiosks with paintings hanging...
GHOSTS IN THE NEIGHBORHOOD
A squall alert came on my cell phone. I was told i should cancel any plans for traveling in the next hour. I sat there with my wife and...
THE RAIN IT RAINETH EVERY DAY
It’s raining out, a cold insistent rain of little pellets that keep pattering off the dry leaves and leaving a scatter of mica chaff on...
Pomegranates in Winter
The fluffiest snow came down yesterday from a vagrant storm brewing over Canada and then roaming around until it reached our dry little...
The Ghost of Autumn
It’s the dregs of the year once more, the windows beaded like beer bottles, the ground morosely gray and withered, the sky lying there in...
THE WORLD THROUGH AN ICE CUBE
A day out of focus, with cold so bitter you can taste it on your breath. I suspect a walk in the cemetery woiuld allow youi to hear the...
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