It’s hard to miss the Millstone Power Plant on the shoreline: a pile of square gray buildings overseen by the tall red-and- white tower, like presents under a leafless Christmas tree. Millstone is a...

Paper towels everywhere. Jammed down the toilets, scattered on the floor, and even down the hall. There’s barely any left in the dispenser. Gum clogs the sinks, just inches away from the trash can....

It’s that one unit that’s rarely remembered: a brief break from the long, tedious paragraphs of essays for something short, sweet, and full of passion. Poetry is often given the short end of the...