Archive for September 9th, 2002

My spirit will not haunt the mound Above my breast, But travel, memory-possessed, To where my tremulous being found Life largest, best. My phantom-footed shape will go When nightfall grays Hither and thither along the ways I and another used to know In backward days. And there you’ll find me, if a jot You still […]

Aaron Haspel | Posted September 9, 2002 @ 11:53 PM | Poetry

Everything you wanted to know about alphabets (or “writing systems,” more generally). I like this sort of stuff.

Aaron Haspel | Posted September 9, 2002 @ 10:22 AM | General