The loneliness of individuality is powerful and its company is rare, elusive prey...

"Ti-i-ime." the voice of the carpenter superintendent echoed from the walls of the canyon, and all over the dam men set down their tools and picked up their lunches...

My father's family were poor mountain people in their days in Norway...

Pfc. Joseph Winters tossed restlessly in his bed as he awakened from his evening nap...

Restless, but not moving, Amoeboid, shifting sullenly within yourself,...