Homegoing: A Reflection
The Cape Coast Castle in Ghana. Image by The White House Photostream. This file is a work of an employee of the Executive Office of the President of the United...
The Cream Dress
Everyone knows her because everyone needs her. She can always be found awaiting the...
The Universe and π
Here is something for you to read. Part One By C. Froegher Pi is in the...
The Black Dress
The whole town knows her. They are used to the lifeless body wandering the...
The Animals
the animals were in the forest The animals had wandered off And vanished away With their dead, dead hands And they fell under the tide In the dark.
Homegoing: A Reflection
The Cape Coast Castle in Ghana. Image by The White House Photostream. This file is a work of an employee of the Executive Office of...
Khayyam: Poems of Power
How much power does art have? Can an inanimate collection of papers control the destiny of humans, even after its author has perished from...
A Letter from Claudius to Pericles
My Dearest Pericles, Though it has been over four hundred years since your large helmeted head was laid to rest, I feel that I must...
Historical Discrepancies In I, Claudius
Photo by Marie-Lan Nguyen of the bust of Emperor Claudius at Naples National Archeological Museum, distributed under the Creative Commons Attribution 2.5 Generic license. Did this really happen?...
7612: The Harlem Lottery-Part IV
I didn’t know how she found me. I didn’t know why she was out that late, Sullivan was known for keeping his family and...
7612: The Harlem Lottery-Part III
I still needed numbers, I still needed to do my job, but with freedom, doing mundane tasks became impossible. It became hard to remember...
Dirt Road To Death – A Book By James Barnhill
International entrepreneur Pat Culliney flew high as the wealthy owner of Universe Electronics. Then, teen lovers found Pat drowned in his Jaguar coupe, submerged...
distant stars – a poem
i dreamt you came back home - rain drizzling on a lonesome day, and the clouds veined gray, laced white, and smoke and water. you tipped your...
7612: The Harlem Lottery- Part II
The Lottery by Luce T. Spade The “illegal lotteries” sounds bad, mostly because of the word “illegal”, but at their root, I don’t think the...
Paradox
Only once a year, when the moon turns green, you can see the sky turn purple. the flames frozen in the water. the heavy air of...
Repeat For Seven Hours
Written by C. Froegher, a student at Bard College. This piece tied Froegher for first place in the First GoldPundit Media Writing Competition. Don't cry,...
7612: The Harlem Lottery-Part I
June Fourth, 1920 Dear Hadley Porter, I thank you for your open support of me and my family. Your leniency with our rent as you know...
There Is Some Tragedy
there is some tragedy - draped in silks, and weeping trees, and steaming teas by river-banks. there is the image i have, of you, so persistent - the...
Musing, By A Cup Of Tea
Musing by a cup of tea. Mid-afternoon with a slice of drizzling rain. Music waxing poetic, ambience mixed with a static variety of languages...