The rain that day had made the sky misty; there was no real warmth, only loneliness seemed to occupy the space. Mom would always tell me that even in the darkness, there is[…]
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The Unfamiliar Face of Uncertainty – Free Choice/Hamlet Response
Often times, people can be quite limited – that is, there is only so much that we can know. This isn’t due to some human fault but simply because uncertainty exists in the most unexpected[…]
About Me — An Indefinable Definition
Who I am is difficult to express through words. Like a block of clay in a potter’s hand, I am someone who is watered-down, then shape up again, accenting the likable traits, and carving out[…]
Poetry Seminar Personal Response – “Darkness” and Identity
Personal Response to Lord Byron’s poem “Darkness” I had a dream, which was not all a dream. The bright sun was extinguish’d, and the stars Did wander darkling in the[…]
Αυτή η δεμι-θεά είναι η ουσία της ποίησης
Ted Talk The eye of the universe bats its lashes at a a single sliver of splintered light blinking boastfully in the opaqueness– a crescent m☽☽n is birthed, carved by the Huntswoman’s ➳silver tipped arrows➳[…]
An Eye For An Eye (Polished Personal Response)
~ The following is a creative response (stage play) to the visual–a photograph by Marco Antonio Cruz from his book Habitar La Oscuridad (Inhabiting the dark). This particular photograph is one of many taken by Cruz that[…]
Protector – Tormentor
REMEMBER THE MOON SURVIVES by Barbara Kingsolver Remember the moon survives, draws herself out crescent-thin, a curved woman. Untouchable, she bends around the shadow that pushes himself against her, and she waits. Remember how[…]
Personal Response to Remember the Moon Survives
Remember the Moon Survives BY BARBARA KINGSOLVER Remember the moon survives, draws herself out crescent-thin, a curved woman. Untouchable, she bends around the shadow that pushes himself against her, and she waits. Remember how you[…]
Lights and Moths
There’s this moth – it wore its wings like a pretty, white dress. It found love with a dingy, dirty lightbulb. Sticking to it, bashing its head in, revolving around it like it had no[…]