February 2019

The Blue Box

Though the current was steady the bulb on the low ceiling throbbed. The gray walls wavered like a room under water and the window in the center of the wall was too bright for her to see. On the wall stood tall an unlocked door that could open to a colorful world, but she was trapped apart, a prisoner in her own flesh. The walls throbbed, the light brightened and she closed her eyes, but… Read More »The Blue Box

Ruck

I get frustrated with the modern American’s tendency to limit their vocabulary. We have such a beautiful, complex, precise, and rich language, but we treat it with such disrespect, and it saddens me. This is my poetic rant against a limited, four-letter word vocabulary. I don’t usually go on poetic rants, but the frustration just built up inside of me last night until it came out in this: Every’s a yuck Fancy a cluck Suck… Read More »Ruck

17 of the Best of the Ancient, Ancient Classics

These are the really old classical texts I read in high school and college that I actually liked! Full of passion, love, sacrifice, fate, and prime storytelling, they contain deep insights into human nature, and I highly recommend them! What’s the oldest book you’ve ever read? Mine is the Epic of Gilgamesh, but I didn’t like that one very much! 😴😄 1. Homer’s The Iliad 2. Homer’s The Odyssey 3. Sophocles’s Agamemnon 4. Sophocles’s Eumenides… Read More »17 of the Best of the Ancient, Ancient Classics

A Secret Chord

If the deity cares for music Why shouldn’t you? Will you become yourself A broken shoe? Walk no where, no place to go So stale and, oh, so slow? Deafly turned to visible sounds Deafly blind mysterious rounds Then stop up, voyager, and turn around Your journey is whirring And without sound But I will listen, I will hear Silent sounds whisper near They call and thrum the heartstring bounds And binding, winding to the… Read More »A Secret Chord

Colder

Colder than the ice caps Colder than the sea Colder than the shriven cornstalks Shivering ‘mong the scree Cold now is our country Cold now are our men Colder are the children Cold as a dying breed When women walk the coldness And their husbands walk away When children haunt the houses That shiver and cast away Then colder than the coldness Are frozen hearts and ears Then colder than the darkness That wails when… Read More »Colder

50 BEST BOOKS OF ALL TIME

Do modern novels make you cringe? Does it feel like everything written after 1950 is shallow, immoral, or ridden with sloppy language?If your soul is slowly shriveling away inside of you and your eyes are screaming at you to find something, ANYTHING, worth their time to read, I have a solution for you!First, spend a couple minutes of cathartic laughter with Terrible Writing Advice, where you can enjoy that someone besides yourself notices just how… Read More »50 BEST BOOKS OF ALL TIME

Lust

Cry beyond the cage of birth Crowding toward the crushing earth Creeping in the soiled skirts Of carnal lust and losing mirth. Laughing loud in loyal love To gain a shred of laughter rough In breathing in the layered lore Of life forgotten and forged l’amour. Loving lust and lousy grime To grovel low in lowest slime Crawling and craving and carving Tomb of craven cries and starving. Cry contrary and contraband! And crowd the… Read More »Lust

Fairy Tales: More Real than Real Life

Heralding a Distant Truth To write of fairy tales is, as J.R.R. Tolkien once asserted, “a rash adventure.” For fairy tales are enigmas, difficult to define and impossible to believe. And yet we believe them, because they are ultimately more real that real life. They offer us a glimpse of a distant, approaching reality that we cannot see. This is by far the most important aspect of the fairy tale. It is what makes it… Read More »Fairy Tales: More Real than Real Life

RISE

With a glance behind and gaze to fore I pushed myself beyond the door Door that closed upon my past And now the future die is cast Cast to breaking on the shore Shore that’s breaking on the floor Floor of deep embedded beads That time has wrought to sandy seeds Seeds mix and jumble up inside My newfound person stepping wide Wide the round and fertile earth a promise – a paean – of… Read More »RISE

Assimilation of Broken Images

Out, out brief candle Out damned spot Hurry up please its time I had not thought death had undone so many. Do you know what it is you read? How can I, if there is no one to explain it me? Understand? If I be the wisest, it is because I know that I know Nothing. I think, but because I exist, don’t mean I understand. Understand. What is that study that leads us to… Read More »Assimilation of Broken Images