Rain outside
Falling as deliberately
As if notes
struck by a jazz pianist
Slightly travel-ruffled
But charmingly
Molten and shiny
But icy
Like words when
they fall all sullen
To the depths
of an argument
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Intersecting at Stoppard
Tom Stoppard died this week. I've been in awe of his work since I was an undergraduate, maybe even before I actually ever read his work,...
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