Poem of the Week: Sarah Williams’ ’The Old Astronomer to His Pupil’
Exactly one-thousand, eight hundred and sixty-seven days ago, a friend of mine passed away. He was not my best friend, my oldest friend, nor the very first person I would…
Exactly one-thousand, eight hundred and sixty-seven days ago, a friend of mine passed away. He was not my best friend, my oldest friend, nor the very first person I would…