prose

the impossible mythical offspring of your own convinced novelty foulmouthed sailor in the cultivated soil of your cultivated
The power of the Presidency is the power of persuasion, and a strength born of, and only of, unity of purpose. The President is Persuader-in-Chief. The only true source of power is consensus.
On this day, you read something that moved you and made you realise there were no more fears to fear. No tears to cry. No head to hang in shame.
However, in this video-reading of her poem "Wednesday," poet Olivia Cole describes a scene of harassment on a city bus that
So what are we to make of this latest installment of Russian esoterica vengeance? Could it be that booze and literature don't mix?
Most of us learn pretty quickly (like, by age 2) that we need verbs to express our deepest desires. But my serious crush on verbs started when, as a writer, I tried to figure out not just what makes sentences tick, but what makes a readers sit up and pay attention to a passage
The trouble with being a writer is that you have work through things. You have to work through your life. Things like work and laundry and cooking dinner and friends and holidays.
I've been trying to track down English translations of poems by Herta Muller, the newest Nobel Laureate in Literature, but they are awfully hard to come by (if they even exist).