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Anita Vizcarra

Anita Vizcarra kneels before her Rose bed. Her bare fingers rake the dead leaves from around the plants. She has cast off her gardening gloves! She loves the feel of the earth’s awakening, the humid fertile smell of it. Anita is thirty-five years old. She is slender and petite … her face has high cheekbones […] Read more

Annabel Lee by Edgar Alan Poe

It was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of ANNABEL LEE; And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me. I was a child and she was a child […] Read more

Ansel Adams – A Letter to Cedric

Dear Cedric. A strange thing happened to me today. I saw a big thundercloud move down over Half Dome, and it was so big and clear and brilliant that it made me see many things that were drifting around inside of me; things that relate to those who are loved and those who are real […] Read more

Ansel Adams – a letter to Virginia

March 29th, 1923. Dear Virginia. The desire to get into the mountains has grown very strong in me lately…– how often I wish that the Valley could be now like it was forty years ago — a pure wilderness, with only a wagon road through it, and no automobiles nor mobs. I long for the […] Read more

Any Place I Hang My Hat By Susan Isaacs

Joan Murdoch helped me fill out the application. When we finished, I told her that if I were half as gifted as all my teachers raved I was, I had a shot. She agreed. Once Grandma Lil discovered she would still be my legal guardian and that my going away would not jeopardize her monthly […] Read more


It is my land, my home, my father’s land, to which I now ask to be allowed to return. I want to spend my last days there, and be buried among those mountains.If this could be I might die in peace, feeling that my people, placed in their native homes, would increase in numbers, rather […] Read more

Aria’s Confrontation

I spoke just loud enough that the bar flies could hear us as well. I needed their attention. I asked if our new god protected her. If he if guarded his favored. Her body guards watched her. Waiting for her response. Her word mattered in their eyes. She had to say yes. She couldn’t lose […] Read more

At Arm’s Length – Dead Men’s Shoes

Mrs. Hazleton is one of these eminently respect- able personages. She has occupied the house in Lowther Street for the last ten years. She has gone to the sea-side every year of those ten, and at exactly the same period, has returned after the same inter-val, has given her great parties at the same seasons […] Read more

Atlas Shrugged by Ayn Rand

He did not know why he suddenly thought of the oak tree. Nothing had recalled it. But he thought of it—and of his summers on the Taggart Estate. He had spent most of his childhood with the Taggart children, and now he worked for them, as his father and grandfather had worked for their father […] Read more


“What’s the matter?” St. Nicholas asked “Oh, St. Nicholas,” Harim said. “We aren’t important enough for such a big occasion. Last year the Archangel made Heaven sparkle with gold and silver.” “And the year before, the Heavenly Choir made Christmas with harps and trumpets, and hundreds of voices singing in a magnificent chorus. What could […] Read more