Book of the Month: The Shining by Stephen King (1977)

2021-10-26T13:03:34-04:00

Book of the Month: The Shining (1977) by Stephen King Critical Evaluation " In the novel, as in so many of King's early classics, location is all. The Overlook Hotel itself is alive; huge and vacant, with secrets hidden everywhere. Haunted bathrooms, the echoing memories of debauched parties, a topiary animal garden that seems to come to life, wasps' nests that feature a never-ending stream of hostile insects. The hotel wears its malevolence on its sleeve. It has a history of bringing power towards it, and of trying to grow by consuming that power. Jack hears the voice of the Overlook as [...]

Book of the Month: The Shining by Stephen King (1977)2021-10-26T13:03:34-04:00

A Poem for You: French Leave

2021-09-21T13:23:58-04:00

French Leave Claude McKay No servile little fear shall daunt my will   This morning, I have courage steeled to say I will be lazy, conqueringly still,   I will not lose the hours in toil this day. The roaring world without, careless of souls,   Shall leave me to my placid dream of rest, My four walls shield me from its shouting ghouls,   And all its hates have fled my quiet breast. And I will loll here resting, wide awake,   Dead to the world of work, the world of love, I laze contented just for dreaming’s sake,   [...]

A Poem for You: French Leave2021-09-21T13:23:58-04:00

A Poem for You: Conversation in Isolation

2021-09-21T13:13:01-04:00

Conversation in Isolation Harryette Mullen Neighbors nail the planks dividing their yard from mine. Our durable fence. I walk half a block before realizing I’ve forgotten my mask. One ant following another, trusting we all are going somewhere. Stretched between two poles, clothesline outside my window, a robin’s rest stop. Lemons fallen on the sidewalk to be rescued for my potpourri. No one and nothing touches me but this blue wind with cool caresses.

A Poem for You: Conversation in Isolation2021-09-21T13:13:01-04:00

A Poem for You: A Prayer for My People

2021-09-16T16:54:44-04:00

A Prayer for My People BY MATTHEW SHENODA That one day we will wish to be nothing more than what we are. That we will see within ourselves the liberation of nations, of concrete. That we will understand the inevitability in the lines of our hands.            There is a war raging in our backyard            With it my sister's spirit burns That the fire of my sister's spirit will consume our enemies & burn our streets clean.            There's a system of mangled necks           [...]

A Poem for You: A Prayer for My People2021-09-16T16:54:44-04:00

Word of the Week: lachrymose (lakrəˌmōs)

2021-09-16T12:32:53-04:00

Word of the Week: lachrymose (lakrəˌmōs) Definition (Adjective) 1. Given to tears or weeping: tearful. 2 Tending to cause tears. In Context "I suppose Catherine fulfilled her project, for the next sentence took up another subject: she waxed lachrymose" Emily Bronte, Wuthering Heights, 1847.

Word of the Week: lachrymose (lakrəˌmōs)2021-09-16T12:32:53-04:00

Word of the Week: obstreperous (ŏb-STRĔP-ər-əs)

2021-09-16T12:22:40-04:00

Word of the Week: obstreperous (ŏb-STRĔP-ər-əs) Definition (Adjective) Noisily or aggressively resisting control, advice, etc.; turbulent, unruly; aggressive, argumentative, bad-tempered. In Context "Perhaps she realized that however obstreperous her protest at the White House, she would never gain a significant hearing among the federal politicians in Washington, D.C., where she had lived for over a year." Fran Grace, Carry A. Nation: Retelling the Life, 2001.

Word of the Week: obstreperous (ŏb-STRĔP-ər-əs)2021-09-16T12:22:40-04:00

A Poem for You: Blue Elvis

2021-09-16T16:50:58-04:00

Blue Elvis BY FAITH SHEARIN It was August 1977 when Elvis Presley fell face down on his Graceland bathroom floor; by the time paramedics arrived, he was cold and blue. I knew this because I was with my grandmother, Belle, who called her sister, Geraldine, who came over at once so we could watch the news. My grandmother knew Elvis liked peanut butter on white bread with American cheese, eaten in his jungle room which had Tiki chairs, fur lampshades, a waterfall. Other neighbors arrived: women in short skirts, women who brought with them more of the food Elvis loved: coconut cakes, [...]

A Poem for You: Blue Elvis2021-09-16T16:50:58-04:00

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