I heard Stephen Hawking talking
to a mirror on the wall
about dust-dance-chaos in tornadoes
and wheelchair wheelies at the mall
I heard Stephen Hawking talking
to Rip Vanwinkle on a plane
about a theory he’s been stalking
around the surface of his brain
I saw Stephen Hawking talking
to dark shadows in the rain
about bending atoms in the Balkans
and mending Jacob Marley’s chain
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My Paper, My Words is a collection of essays, stories, and poems reflect the challenges of a middle-class husband and father trying to navigate a rapidly changing political, religious, and technological landscape of post-911 America.
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