Last Christmas
I gave you my heart/but the very next day, you TORE IT APART [the more correct rhyme that everyone’s been sub-vocalizing for nearly 40 years now…]
Hagoth favors essays that can trace their lineage back to Michel de Montaigne; whether narrative, analytical, or devotional, these essays lean ruminative, conversational, meandering, impressionistic, and are reluctant to wax didactic. But that doesn’t mean you won’t find the occasional poem or piece of fiction here as well.
I gave you my heart/but the very next day, you TORE IT APART [the more correct rhyme that everyone’s been sub-vocalizing for nearly 40 years now…]
9 Now it came to pass that there was a day set apart by the unbelievers, that all those who believed in those traditions should be
On the occasion of the release of the Tabernacle Choir’s latest Christmas collection of the same name.
Why the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints is The Kinks of Christianity—or at least should be.
In the late Barbara Ehrenreich’s[1]Who passed away just this last September. 2013 study Dancing in the Streets: A History of Collective Joy, she details the
A riff on a song that never actually mentions the song.
In solidarity with the striking UC grad students and the striking New School adjuncts in NYC.
See me, feel me, touch me, heal me
Just how literally do we believe the dead are with us anyways?
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