We lived five miles downwind of Oak Ridge. Its towers contained multitudes, shaded by the stubby knuckles of oak leaves. My father’s Geiger counter click-clicked its swaying tongue at me. Thirty year… more →
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qarrtsiluni wrote 9 months ago: We lived five miles downwind of Oak Ridge. Its towers contained multitudes, shaded by the stubby kn … more →
qarrtsiluni wrote 3 years ago: I have long assumed that poets with a scientific background love science and poetry in equal measure … more →