Astronomy 1
by Harvey Mudd I paid no mind to the wind and rain; the clouds, though, these I noticed for they drifted along the building tops, and obscured
Mortal remains
by Harvey Mudd Distant mountains, an ancient uplift of granites, snow capped, seen glancing past a woman who is silhouetted against a world that
On Disasters — After Seneca
by Harvey Mudd Disasters generally come around with a smug certainty of their place at the table. The beloved pet, the brindle cat, eaten by the