“Forever is composed of nows- ‘Tis not a different time- Except for Infiniteness- And Latitude of home.” This is the first stanza of my favorite poem which is written by Emily Dickinson. When sitting...
as i prepare for my meeting at noon,
the clicking of my typewriter
is met with the ticking
of my old grandfather's clock.
it sits across from my desk,
illuminated by the office window.
its...