Entries by Lawrence Buentello

Einstein’s Child
by Lawrence Buentello

Yes, I will be thy priest, and build new fane In some untrodden region of my mind, Where branched thoughts, new grown with pleasant pain, Instead of pines shall murmur in the wind. John Keats: Ode to Psyche i) Why had she changed? It made no sense, and after all this time he still didn’t know. Paul Loueve felt the anger rising in his mind and silenced his thoughts before his emotions overwhelmed him, breathing deeply and closing his eyes against the sight of her standing at the podium preparing to speak. He’d refused to sit in the audience, her...

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