In times of darkness, resist despair becomes a silent plea Never knowing if this is truly the end It seems reasonable to believe — and I do believe — that the more clearly we can focus our attention on the wonders and realities of the universe about us the less taste we shall have for… Read More Hope flails
March 29th, a Wednesday, idol march, marching tides of woe spread across the land and so.. With all that I have been through lately, not more than some, less than others, on a scale of 1 to 10 with 10 being the worst pain you have experienced, I guess being unconscious technically gives you… Read More Last Wednesday in March
George Eliot Presumably had an opinion about the need for such things Women have burnt like beacons in all the works of all the poets from the beginning of time. Indeed if woman had no existence save in the fiction written by men, one would imagine her a person of the utmost importance; very various;… Read More A room of one’s own
after all A little chilly before the thaw She called He answered This was just there. the way it was As you were far away by the tine We showed up Interactive narrative toss send off story A girl and a boy Begin The poem a prelude
they have a voice just never their own always politicized to polarize with emptiness in return I don’t need this right now if ever But still, it never stops
She falls from above Not necessarily an angel But some kind of mystery A beautiful morning Glad tidings on the horizon That is the way of the logical beast Quckie
Then, shots were fired… Four dead in Ohio Matthew Matthews takes a couple of steps forward in a nonaggressive manner, but that’s not what Roland sees.