Word of the Week: rowel (ROWL)

2024-05-09T14:46:16-04:00

Word of the Week: rowel (ROWL) Definition (verb) 1.  to goad with or as if with a pointed disk at the end of a spur 2. vex, trouble   In Context "He folded the book shut, touched his hat, moved to the wagon, and roweled the horses around." Colum McCann, TransAtlantic, 2013

Word of the Week: rowel (ROWL)2024-05-09T14:46:16-04:00

Word of the Week: opusculum (oh-PUSK-yuh-lum)

2024-05-09T14:39:53-04:00

Word of the Week: opusculum (oh-PUSK-yuh-lum) Definition (noun) a minor work (as of literature) — usually used in plural   In Context "[Maria] Artamonova offers short summaries of most of Tolkien's satellite opuscula in roughly their order of composition—The Father Christmas Letters, Roverandom, Mr. Bliss, Farmer Giles of Ham, "Leaf by Niggle," and Smith of Wootton Major." Jason Fisher, Mythlore, 22 Sept. 2016

Word of the Week: opusculum (oh-PUSK-yuh-lum)2024-05-09T14:39:53-04:00

Word of the Week: bedizen (bih-DYE-zun)

2024-05-09T14:37:50-04:00

bedizen (bih-DYE-zun) Definition (verb) to dress or adorn gaudily. In Context "Designed by architect Pierre Dené, the two-story 'rancho deluxe' bedizened itself with every California-style feature that defined its era. It had a Roman brick fireplace, terrazzo floors and big dramatic windows." Lisa Gray, The Houston Chronicle, 20 Apr. 2008  

Word of the Week: bedizen (bih-DYE-zun)2024-05-09T14:37:50-04:00

Word of the Week: Minion (MIN-yun)

2024-04-16T15:47:28-04:00

Minion (MIN-yun) Definition (Noun) 1. a servile dependent, follower, or underling 2. one highly favored : idol 3. a subordinate or petty official In Context "Smartphones make it easier for managers to change their minds at the last moment: for example, to e-mail a minion at 11pm to tell him he must fly to Pittsburgh tomorrow." The Economist, 10 Mar. 2012

Word of the Week: Minion (MIN-yun)2024-04-16T15:47:28-04:00

A Poem for You: Parkside & Ocean by b ferguson

2024-04-16T15:21:08-04:00

Parkside & Ocean b ferguson there is a kind of memory that feels, somehow suddenly, like a wound, though not always, not until one wanders back through: the dark, damp alley the only path  toward home—every place i have loved has forced me to leave. and then there is memory as one might always wish:  bejeweled, like sugar on the tongue upon reentry. what is the name for the scent that whispers mother, the twanged hue of evening that gestures island, limestone, cane, spume? Flatbush, i have sauntered away from everything that has called me kin now, as i have before, [...]

A Poem for You: Parkside & Ocean by b ferguson2024-04-16T15:21:08-04:00

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