Anton Chekhov The Bet It was a dark autumn night. The old banker was walking up and down his study and remembering how, fifteen years before, he had given a party one autumn evening. There had been many clever men there, and there had been interesting conversations. Among other things they had talked of capital … Continue reading “The Bet” by Anton Chekhov
Friday Night Poetry Corner #8
Getting back to poetry again, the first few poems were old, high school stuff from 1991 to 1993. The one about mountain climbing was in college, 1996 I believe. So I will stay in that range for a bit, that time in my life where I was left wondering for the answer.. why? So enough … Continue reading Friday Night Poetry Corner #8
KG Bethlehem 