That Day When Elephants Marched Across Brooklyn Bridge
by Vittorio Compagno The history of New York City is studded with unusual and extravagant events. From the annual traditions that take place New Years Eve in Times Square, to […]
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by Vittorio Compagno The history of New York City is studded with unusual and extravagant events. From the annual traditions that take place New Years Eve in Times Square, to […]
Here at the blog we celebrate some dates and anniversaries in our quirky way. The seasons, DNA Day, Bitcoin Pizza Day, Bitcoin’s Birthday, and in today’s post the anniversary of […]
by Hazel Anna Rogers for the Carl Kruse Blog It is snowing outside today, a rare sight on the south coast of the UK. Rarer still would be for the […]
by Fraser Hibbitt There is a myth from Ancient Greece – containing a well-known proverb that reverberated in Greek thought. It involves the creature Silenus, the teacher of the wine […]
by Hazel Anna Rogers for the Carl Kruse Blog I have always listened to classical music, though perhaps that’s rather too vague a term for all of the wonderful varieties […]
by Fraser Hibbitt and Carl Kruse Just before the new year, Alto Reed passed away, adding a sad note to an already challenging year. The saxophonist and friend who spent […]
by Hazel Anna Rogers I was always a “summer” person, as it were, despite my tendency to overheat and get exceptionally sweaty the minute the weather went above 17 […]
by Carl Kruse During the Cold War, Checkpoint Charlie was a border between East and West Berlin or more appropriately, the ONLY border where you could legally cross between the […]
I wake, open, Into the arms of the gentle night. Not yet do the silhouettes of naked boughs Charm the light, Nor has the soft chatter of sharp beaks Set […]
by Fraser Hibbitt for the Carl Kruse Blog There can be a stifling freedom around a blank page, and that is all a journal is; a collection of blank pages. […]
by Hazel Anna Rogers for the Carl Kruse Blog I spent a large part of my teenage to early adult life starving myself, to various degrees. My memory around these […]
by Carl Kruse My friend Monica’s mom ended her life following years of chronic pain and Monica penned this poem for her. At first I thought Monica had not titled […]