by Michael Tracey “O hateful error, melancholy’s child! Why dost thou show, to the apt thoughts of men, The things that are not?” – (Shakespeare, Julius Caesar, ib, 67) Then something strange […]
JonBenet, pt. 1: the establishment of a narrative
by Michael Tracey SHE pass’d away like morning dew Before the sun was high; So brief her time, she scarcely knew The meaning of a sigh. As round the rose its soft […]
