A Poem for You: Song of Myself, 51

2021-09-16T16:46:15-04:00

Song of Myself, 51 by Walt Whitman The past and present wilt—I have fill'd them, emptied them. And proceed to fill my next fold of the future. Listener up there! what have you to confide to me? Look in my face while I snuff the sidle of evening, (Talk honestly, no one else hears you, and I stay only a minute longer.) Do I contradict myself? Very well then I contradict myself, (I am large, I contain multitudes.) I concentrate toward them that are nigh, I wait on the door-slab. Who has done his day's work? who will soonest be through with his [...]

A Poem for You: Song of Myself, 512021-09-16T16:46:15-04:00

Word of the week: swain (swān)

2021-09-16T10:54:34-04:00

Word of the week: swain (swān) Definition (Noun) A country gallant or lover; hence generally a lover, wooer, sweetheart, especially in pastoral poetry. In Context "In order to avoid disturbing either the slumbers of the one, or the devotions of the other, Nelly and her swain were obliged to carry on their conversation in a low whispering voice which gave additional effect to the sleepy tone of the entire scene." Gerald Griffin, The Collegians, 1829.

Word of the week: swain (swān)2021-09-16T10:54:34-04:00

A Poem for You: My Heart Leaps Up

2021-09-16T12:44:54-04:00

My Heart Leaps Up by William Wordsworth My heart leaps up when I behold     A rainbow in the sky: So was it when my life began;  So is it now I am a man;  So be it when I shall grow old,     Or let me die! The Child is father of the Man; And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety.

A Poem for You: My Heart Leaps Up2021-09-16T12:44:54-04:00

Word of the week: cant (kănt)

2021-09-20T15:27:19-04:00

Word of the week: cant (kănt) Definition (Noun) The peculiar language or jargon of a class. In Context "Down to the Civil War the cant of American criminals seems to have been mainly borrowed from England." H. L. Mencken, The American Language: An Inquiry into the Development of English in the United States, Fourth Edition, 1936.

Word of the week: cant (kănt)2021-09-20T15:27:19-04:00

Writing Less, Not More

2021-09-30T13:37:39-04:00

Writing Less, Not More   A question that faces all wordsmiths is how much to write about a subject. In the absence of a fixed word count, or at least a template, and without the spatial constraints imposed by paper-based communications, we are left to draw our own boundaries. And more often than not, they are too generous. Yes, we sometime write less than circumstances warrant, but most writers generate too many words for the comfort of their readers, not too few. There are several reasons why writing with restraint is more challenging than writing with abandon, reasons that must be [...]

Writing Less, Not More2021-09-30T13:37:39-04:00

Word of the Week: evanescent (e-və-ˈne-sᵊnt)

2021-06-17T11:52:23-04:00

Word of the Week: evanescent (e-və-ˈne-sᵊnt) Definition (Adjective) Soon passing out of sight, memory, or existence; quickly fading or disappearing. In Context "The Joycean definition of an epiphany differs from the critical definition of an epiphany in that Joyce’s epiphany is more than what Joyce himself presents it to be: a simple manifestation, an evanescent moment, a significant experience. " Navraj Narula "The Epiphany as the Evanescent Moment: Flashes of Unintellectual Light in James Joyce’s Dubliners," 2015

Word of the Week: evanescent (e-və-ˈne-sᵊnt)2021-06-17T11:52:23-04:00

A Poem for You: Supply Chain

2021-09-16T12:45:46-04:00

Supply Chain BY PIMONE TRIPLETT Drippingly by grips, this humus and perlite nearly sings           through my fingers circling the ditch lily’s heat-sunk side, anthers frayed, fallen.           Sift. Learn your footprint. If occasion, rise to. Another bloom, opposite, grows blood           orange its splayed open hand, in shade, still opulent, curls tender, having the time           of its life. Let’s get the basics, the survey says. Sight says, turning,           the cat’s sprawled besides the baby rat it found and above the scalp thin lawn           through the window the children are watching. Where do you live? What’s under your           [...]

A Poem for You: Supply Chain2021-09-16T12:45:46-04:00

Word of the Week: farouche (fä-RŌŌSH)

2021-05-18T15:25:50-04:00

Word of the Week: farouche (fä-RŌŌSH) Definition (Adjective) Sullen, shy, and repellent in manner. In Context “In the wilder places, farouche-looking tribesmen, nomads and the very strange strangers she ran into were hailed with the cheerful confidence of a girl guide on an outing.” Moira Verscboyle, “Ireland to India,” The Irish Times, June 19, 1965.

Word of the Week: farouche (fä-RŌŌSH)2021-05-18T15:25:50-04:00

A Poem for You: State Fair Fireworks, Labor Day

2021-09-07T12:12:21-04:00

State Fair Fireworks, Labor Day BY MARYANN CORBETT Look up: blazing chrysanthemums in rose shriek into bloom above the Tilt-a-Whirls, hang for a blink, then die in smoky swirls. They scream revolt at what the body knows: all revels end. We clap and sigh. Then, no— another rose! another peony! break, flame, roar, as though by roaring they might make the rides whirl in perpetuum. As though we need not finally, wearily turn, to plow back through the crush of bodies, the lank air, to buses that inch us, sweating, across town. As though we were not dropped in silence there to [...]

A Poem for You: State Fair Fireworks, Labor Day2021-09-07T12:12:21-04:00

Book of the Month: I Am Not Your Perfect Mexican Daughter by Erika L. Sánchez (2017)

2021-10-26T13:06:17-04:00

Book of the Month: I Am Not Your Perfect Mexican Daughter, Erika L. Sánchez (2017) Critical Evaluation "Erika L. Sánchez’s blistering book, I Am Not Your Perfect Mexican Daughter, lays out a real and raw world, one with some gems and some monsters, and with everyone in the middle just trying to figure out how to live. There’s a lot of strong content here that some readers may find disturbing. Sánchez is blunt about drug use, strong language, sexual content, depression/anxiety, violence, abuse, and suicide. Julia’s many struggles are those of a hibiscus fighting to blossom in a garbage heap. This is [...]

Book of the Month: I Am Not Your Perfect Mexican Daughter by Erika L. Sánchez (2017)2021-10-26T13:06:17-04:00

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