I. A cloudy day’s a mild-mannered friend. The foggy air that joins me on my walk— a calming darkness that protects me from the sun and settles down the common crowd. II. Along the cobblestone, the cable lines that fall and rise identify with all the finely sparking cables in my mind (or maybe brains […]
The two most common forms of poetry we find in beginners is the singsong and the free verse. Free verse, of course, is the absence of identifiable meter or rhyme scheme, and singsong is an all-too-familiar presence of one (or both) facets of poetry. It’s curious that the tendency is toward one or the other, […]
The multitude of diamonds, taken here to England, for the crown, with labors spent and countries charged a New World rent, and all this greatness for the country ever lit. Thank God for this, our very gracious queen who sits upon the backs of broken slaves (and thank God too for these most noble […]
A statue keeps a shadow on the grass as if the man himself was guarding it. “Remember me!” he says, and so I do, although I can’t be sure the reason yet.
A town is on the cookie tin— a cozy walkway lined with homes and shops with welcome, frosted windows, all lit by orange candle-glow. The blanket of the winter snow keeps them quiet company and reveals to me, exclusively, that there is where I want to be. I remember, too, in childhood, that […]
Writing truly dark poetry is hugely difficult. In Mark Twain’s “The Man that Corrupted Hadleyburg,” he leaves a little hole in the story, the dark past of the town. This serves a few purposes. For one, it allows the reader to imagine things for themselves. It makes it easier to despise the less ethical behaviors […]
This post comes after an inadvertent, two-week break from posts. At the beginning of a new semester, I usually find myself having to settle into my schedule and looking for places to squeeze in my writing. That being said, this has prompted a new point of discussion for me, the idea of giving yourself space […]