Are we there yet? Leopard frogs were trilling from the pond in the night as I drowsed to sleep. Birdsongs woke me at dawn, ...

Are we there yet? Leopard frogs were trilling from the pond in the night as I drowsed to sleep. Birdsongs woke me at dawn, ...

Trumpet sounds fade and we trudge onward trying just a little harder. Writing about Lent, the poet Geoffrey Hill, observed ‘I have drowsed half-faithful for a time’. That is the thoroughly human ...

Its underground coal seams ran out; the coke ovens south of town were abandoned. It drowsed through the 20th century without sewers, street lights (except the one over the village square), or even ...