If I were a bear, And a big bear too, I shouldn’t much care If it froze or snew;
At The Spring Dawn
At the Spring Dawn Angelina Weld Grimké I watched the dawn come, Watched the spring dawn...
Much Later — Gertrude Stein
Elephants and birds of beauty and a gold fish. Gold fish or a superstition. They always bring bad luck. He had them and …read more
Gitanjali 83
Fire-Flowers
And only to the heart that knows of grief,
Of desolating fire, of human pain,
There comes some purifying sweet belief,
Some fellow-feeling beautiful, if brief.
And life revives, and blossoms once again.
Aboriginal Voices with EVENT
ON (Thursday, October 27th) EVENT magazine hosted an evening of prose and poetry, showcasing the work of four indigenous writers.
Why Isn’t There Chaos When Traffic Lights Malfunction?
Sometimes the lights have to go out for us to really see the beautiful anarchy that surrounds us. That humans play by the rules even when it would be easy to get away with breaking them demands an explanation.As you may have seen in the news, my new hometown of...
In a Time of Chaos and Confusion, Martha Allott comes thru!
I have never been a Bible guy, there was always a Bible in the house, somewhere. I knew the big things, as chosen by modern media, Hollywood epics on Easter weekends. 10 Commandments, Jesus, the Lords Prayer. I guess you could call it the highlight reel but I have...
Kate Tempest – London Rappers and The Future of Europe
Kate Tempest. Wow. Powerful Voice https://soundcloud.com/katetempest We went back and found poets of anther generation, for comparison, let's be honest, and hey Ms. Tempest deserves to be here. Fantastic work, I've been listening all morning, enveloped in language......
The True Born Englishman
BY DANIEL DEFOE 1700 Thus from a mixture of all kinds began, That het’rogeneous thing, an Englishman: In eager rapes, and furious lust begot, Betwixt a painted Britain and a Scot. Whose gend’ring off-spring quickly learn’d to bow, And yoke their heifers to the Roman...
High Flight John Gillespie Magee Jr.
In 1941, a 19 year old Spitfire pilot, John Gillespie Magee Jr. wrote High Flight. A few months later he was killed. Take a few moments to remember. High Flight Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth And danced the skies on laughter-silvered...