Missouri is okay. I kept telling myself that as I made the drive to one of my old haunts. For two years, I had spent every weekend from...

Lungs aflame, Licking the walls of their cage, The bitter taste of blood and grief, Feeding the heart's endless rage, Cold, pale light,...

By: Graham Scarbrough One of the treats offered by hours upon hours spent on the observation platform is the occasional brief, intimate...