ON THE DEATH OF FRIENDS IN CHILDHOOD by Donald Justice We shall not ever meet them bearded in heaven, Nor sunning themselves among the bald of hell; If anywhere, in the deserted schoolyard at twilight, Forming a ring, perhaps, or joining hands In games whose very names we have forgotten. Come, memory, let us seek […]

                                       Going to Meet the Man, by James Baldwin                                              Theme Statement, by Bill Erickson            Too often, tragically, the most pervasive and enduring psychological traits that we call upon in crisis are those so strongly founded in ignorance, and rage, and hatred. As human beings, we are malleable – more so in our formative […]