dumbfoundry

Stephen Todd Booker

First there's this:

Pathologist Chantal Harrison, who was an associate medical examiner in Alachua County at the time of the crime and performed the autopsy, testified that Harman was 4-feet-11 and weighed 95 pounds when she was attacked.

"She was a very small, old lady," Harrison said.

"I would say frail would be a good description of the impression she would give."

When police investigated the crime scene, they found Harman in her bedroom with her legs spread in what appeared to be a posed position, testified former police investigator David Smith.

A pajama top was covering her chest area, he said.

When they removed the pajama top, they found a knife in her throat and one in her chest.

The knives came from Harmon's kitchen, where many of the drawers were still open, Smith said.

The place looked ransacked, yet the police found nothing was stolen.

Harrison said she found eight stab wounds in Harman's chest, severe bruises on her nose and eyes, five fractured ribs and trauma to her genital area.

"She was alive when she was sexually assaulted," Harrison said.

But then there's this:

"I'd have to say that anyone who has done 10 really glorious poems, and he's approaching that number, is a serious member of the inner sanctum," said Stuart Friebert, a former editor of Field who is retired from the creative writing department of Oberlin College.

and this:

Only twice in twelve long years
Has the Self in me transformed
To weighing less than a cent,
And blended with the evening,
Or heard ringing in my ears,
Or seen a star do its thing,
Umbrellaed aloft on air.
Swooping into a huge swarm
Of mosquitoes and gnats, there,
On velvety wings, I went
Gliding and eating until
Chilled to my buoyant marrow,
Convinced not to eat my fill,
To leave some for tomorrow.

Also: A true message of forgiveness

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