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Hellborn

by Phil Lane Hellborn, and like a Sioux, every sunrise is a vice to contend with, a white man’s worst enemies—alcohol, tobacco, tents where no thieves can break in, coyote…

Hell Gate Bridge

I Never has that humped-back rail piker known a pedestrian or biker. No DUIs scraped along its side Or stopped to vomit or suicide. No poets have writ encomiums; No…

The Pont du Gard

The Pont du Gard is old. Its piers were gold, but now are stained with mould. We know its raison d’etre was aptly met in keeping Romans wet. That use…