There’s something about Charles Olson’s In Cold Hell, in Thicket that feels uncomfortably familiar, like stepping into a dense forest where every direction looks the same but somehow promises something different. For me, this poem…
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Staring into the void and getting nothing back
This is what we’re up against fellow blogging revolutionaries: This has to stop! We have to resort to guerrilla tactics and use the big boy’s strength against them! Bloggers unite. What if you looked inside…
Our choices are half chance
I looked on my Goodreads app. I have 54 books in currently-reading status! My reading goal this year is 100 books. I’m on 19. I read according to mood or what I want to explore…
I had to find her the old fashioned way
5A.M Thoughts – We are all afraid to act like ourselves. I read that from a passage in Allen Ginsberg’s journal. That is so true. Walk into a room full of people and if you’re…