Author Archives: bh

Robert Frost’s poem Death of the Hired Man presents a sentimental, capitalist view of human worth. Its subject is a dying laborer who appears in his final hours at the farm of his former employers, a husband and wife, through … Continue reading →

Loyalty is a quality that through the years has transformed within my mind and heart, like the sky changes its colors.  Previously, it seemed a primitive reactionary behavior in which emotion and self-interest combined to suppress reason and ethics, a … Continue reading →

Persimmon orange washes blankly across my waking field of vision to where it weakens and dissolves in turquoise.  A white tower on a nearby rooftop blinks out time in tomato red, the tiny light on top sticking up for development … Continue reading →