Proofassumes, maybe rightly so, that many people identify with the idea that mathematics is maddening. There is a quote on the back of my version of the book from John Simon of New York magazine: “Proof is… a play about scientists whose science matters less than their humanity…” Descar...
Quietly. Without another word. In eighteen more months, my broken-hearted Mother followed him. That’s when the dreams started. They weren’t dead, they’d been waiting for me — in a train station, in a grubby apartment, in their old house. Hungry, cold, and helpless. Night after ni...
Sometimes death came quietly. A phantom swooping in and siphoning the last remnant of a soul from one’s body, leaving behind a shell of a person who once was and would never be again. Other times, death decided that dramatics coupled with terror were its preferred method of delivery. Ton...
As rain taps quietly on window panes Tonight, this is the best poem he has written. ©Chris Black. April 25th2019 #Poetry #amwriting #National #Poetry #Month #30Days #30Poems #poemaday #25of30 Share this: Twitter Facebook Tumblr Reddit LinkedIn Pinterest Pocket Print Turning the camera ...
The next day she made enquiries at the neighbourhood, and ascertained from a very old woman that she remembered a story in her youth having reference to the mysterious and sudden death of an old churchgoer, who ,was hastily and quietly buried, she thought, at evening time, in the old chu...
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