translation of Rosarito, by Ramon Inclan

Chapter I / Seated before one of those archaic lamps with a table for checkers, that were so much in fashion at the beginning of the centur…

Notes on Divine Intervention found in the Illiad,…

Divine Intervention 1: Chryses appeal to Apollo causes the god to attack the Greek armies with plague. This intervention leads to the anger…

essay about Dr Rieux- main character in the novel…

In Camus’ The Plague its events lead Dr. Rieux to an understanding of the meaning of man’s existence. In this novel, several existentialist…

book review on The trial by F. Kafka

The Trial led to the word Kafkaesque’ defined as the helplessness of man in the face of unknown forces that persecute him without rea…

She ate stars for breakfast

We will be together soon in a place where nobody can touch us. / Me and her. / An eternity at hand.

An unsubstantiated fear of elevators

Except the days spent fumbling up the four flights with bags of groceries in hands and stacks of papers tucked between arm and body, taking…

essay on The Canterville ghost, by Oscar Wilde

May 26,2008 / The Canterville Ghost is not just a short story about a haunted mansion with a ghost; it is also a comedy and a parody of Bri…

Orwell That Ends Well…

Toward the back of the lecture theatre a figure fought to conceal a smile. It was a losing battle, and James O’Connell, second year arts un…

Instant Chemistry

Across the crowded room / she felt his stare / burn into her cheeks, / making her mind blush passion

In Oregon: roadside tree.

A road sign gave us the information, pulling over would be important. “The oldest tree in Oregon.” I wanted to keep driving, two more ho…

Predicting Dialogue

I leaf through a magazine during the television show. One of those nighttime dramas she continues to watch though she mostly laughs at the…

and if you fall, maybe you’ll be able to se…

and aren’t you cold from all the heat you release / curling into tendrils in the shape of sanctity / confusing the gods who’d h…

The Fart Jar

This true story is about my children and their childhood, in addition to the innocent pranks that went along with it. I realize this story…

Asleep in words

What will morning bring?

The Key To Peace and Reconciliation

The little devil energy that dwells within / That negative they blame for their sins / With the lack of strength to take control

AN ARTISAN

Being an Artisan is a calling that when answered is more satisfying than anything else…

Searching Past Ezra

I keep looking for words / words to erase never / thick words / a mouthful / of intense vowels / fattening my cheeks / ready to be spit out…

pleasures of melancholy by Jose M Heredia

I / Is not given to men of their weak foreheads / to draw away sorrows and pains, / nor for fields of myrths and flowers / direct the torre…

essay on character comparison in Hamlet by Shakes…

the lives of the characters were broken by their own urgency for revenge

No More …

Silent tears,

this ain’t great literature . . .

come here for a minute / come on / lay back on the couch / I arranged pillows for you / feet up / move your legs so I can sit between / le…

The Iron Lungs

At that moment, the old men in iron lungs were playing bridge. The man with the wooden spleen won.

Don’t Cry For Me …

Don’t cry for me, / sweet heart.

Let us fly

I am the wind touching thy hair on a sunny day / I am the rain clutching on thy skin when the harvest begins / I am the earth underneath th…

My Doritos – The Remix.

Triangular carbs so crisp and cheesy / I’ll go through, / All the aisles at coles for you. / And tonight you’ll fall in love wi…

An essay on City- by Clifford Simak

City is an apocalyptic novel, in which the world ends “not with a bang, but with a whisper.” Reminiscent of Asimov’s I, robot, City is a co…

For Radueriel

There is an angel by my side, / He brings me my inspiration with his radiating light. / His light so pure and so serene, / makes my heart r…

Martyr For Love.

Someone once said, / if you love someone, / you should set them free. / My gift to you then, / is to let you – ‘Be’. / Fr…

Why Rainy Days Aren’t So Bad

It was a dreary Saturday afternoon. Zeke sat by the window and sighed heavily. He was sad. He’d already done his homework, but he still cou…

May the light guide my way

May the light guide my way, / may darkness not let me go astray. / May thou be always by my side, / may thou be my shelter, my warrior, my …

GOD’s GIFT TO HIS CREATION – NEW MILLENNIUM…

And faith without question / Belief without reason / Will be your rock / As to your life you will be flocked / And frocked within your raim…

Love by the Tooth Brush

Love by the Tooth Brush / I brushed my teeth three times for you, / Baby. I did this passionately / Like the way serious British men do / …

I fell asleep

(Mature)

THE DARK SECRET

Amid the oceans of blue / The same colour reflected / From me to you

Magical moments.

Radiating heat tantalizes my skin, / warming me through. / Pleasurable senses pricked, / surface for the first time in days, / practically…

The Minstrel of Maxwell

The Minstrel of Maxwell / Once a minstrel, I, / Like Cleopatra’s lover, / Aspired for you Sunday night, / But you—invisible, air, / Alterna…

A child of the 60s

The music is filling my head, / I am dancing my life – silently. / The daisies in my hair – now withered, / I am humming a song – silently.…

I Adore Thee

Thy eyes are sparkling like stars upon the velvet sky. / Fire is burning like thy love in thy heart. / I stand here – miles away but …

The Final Act – A Catharsis

Infuriation is such a destructive emotion, and Diana is torn between fulfilment and a nauseating terror at seeing Irma provoked by mere lac…

LIES, STORIES AND DECEPTIONS

Oh you silly, silly man / Living by deceptions / Trying to take command / Who thinks I believe / The lies he tells / This man who does not …

Falling Through The Earth (A Memoir by Danielle T…

I recently read “Falling Through The Earth”, A Memoir by Danielle Trussoni. I was / a teenager during the Viet Nam War and ma…

A tribute to my best only Chinese teacher-late one

I wish my dearest teacher Sun in heaven and or in earth village be happy and knowing her little pupil loved and love her deeply.

-Breaking Fast-

I will eat the bread of their genius, and take my fill of wrinkly thoughts, under Time.

Miles and Miles

In the morning the light is breaking and my mind rushes to you, / I want to feel your touches, your soft like skin and smell the delicate o…

This Dark Angel, My Muse

I must believe that, deep in the yellowed hearts of tomes, salvation of a sort does lie. For how else to explain my jealous lust for litera…

Four Beds

Four beds / Four patients / Four stories / One Event

In Dark Places

The tip of the candle flame flirted with the oxygen of the air like the burning kiss of a wayward lover.

Precious Person

beautiful eyes, a tender heart, / and a smile that’s very sweet, / before you came into my life / it was so incomplete. / you always …

Literature, Philosophy and Love

I wish to think like Plato / a student of one so great / stretching into the abstract world / having seen the cruelest forms of hate.

The Forgotten Lighthouse

What should she do about the boy? She couldn’t leave him out in the cold all night, he’s be dead for sure, in the morning, if she did. / T…

WRITING STIFF: Adventures in the Literary Underbe…

“Cut out a picture,” said our fourth grade teacher Miss Cobb, skin like milk, eyes opal-green, pupils black as BB shot, “…

She

She is and is not / the eye and the I / the err and the air

The Goddess Fortune

Many of today’s literary concepts are adaptations of ideas originated by Boethius ’ widely popular (in the middle ages) De Cons…

Questioning …

Questioning again and again … and this is just a mankind problem I suppose.

The Little Boy and the Golden Thread

“..Are you looking for anything in particular?” asked the man. / “Well, it’s got to be thick.” said the little boy. / “Oh! But this i…

The New Left

March this way to the shower

Visions of Man Series Prologue

Understanding that no act, no matter how small is insignificant, it is a pebble that comes to ripple across the universal waters, ever-echo…

The Red Rose

I say it with Shakespeare: I do love thee!

Oh Let Me Carry Thy Burden

Oh, let me carry thy burden – cause thou art my friend! / Let me carry thy cross – cause thou needst a rest! / Let me please be…

I won a challenge in the Fine Arts Influenced By …

I won a challenge in the Fine Arts Influenced By Literature Challenge: POETRY! / With / my etching ’ Waiting ’ / and my poem…

Backstream

Can you free yourself for one second

The Day Will Carry On

When the darkness shines upon you and the night seems to be your best friend, / then reach out your hand for the morning hours and let the …

Piece by Piece

Hidden in the depths of being, / lies the truth of the past. / Sheltered the secrets of anguish, / burried by the wavy vapor of lugubriousn…

The Silver Swan

In the glittering light of the winter moon – there he floats … / the swan in his silvery gown. / His neck craned to sing the last son…

Song for the Amber Prince

I dream myself towards thee when thou art not around … / dream of thy amber glowing wings, thy smile – which is heaven for me. …

Go beyond thy borders

Go beyond thy borders and find out that life is still worth living!

The Road

Hobble hobble … I did sing when I suddenly heard a “fling”. / “The road ya search, tiny frog – ends up there … at the dock!” / A fling – an…

Move to the beat

They both got lost in the different feelings of lust and soon found themselves naked on the ground, touching and moving to the beat of the …

The light may shine…

In the nights when darkness falls all upon us, / the light of the candles shall fill thy heart with joy! / In the nights when the souls are…

His Death

Small glimpse into the death of a loved one

A Thousand Words

A thousand words, / Don’t mean a thing…

Five Pence for my Thoughts

‘A Shilling for my Thoughts’ has been / With me around the world / Or at least those places visited / Where my flags unfurled. / My compani…

Universal

A canvas waited to be painted by the heart shaped / Pendulums of the night sky and the rosy hues of / You are everything

Summer Sparkles

The sun is low among the branches / Of my emerald picture tree, / And there among the leaves it dances / With the summer breeze set free. /…

Song of Love

I bow my knee to the Lion, / my heart it races in song. / I bow my head to my beloved King, / my soul is drifting along. / Oh hear me pleas…

The tree of life

Once again, here I am, / Sitting beneath my Judas tree, / The irony is apt, / This will make me free, / I’ve spent my whole life bene…

Mercy (pt.4) What The Night Knows

We walked back to the trailer without speaking another word

calm…autumn days

Out of my wind it’s the half gray, half cloudy sky; tree tops swing not just barely. The autumn winds have dyed the maples’ lea…

vortex sutra

the beginning … / … the end

Charmed ruins

He pulled me outside – the man in black, / No tear he shed because I was dead.

Your Song

What is lost in lust is found in love. Both live free in my song / Your song is free, and Home is where you will be.

Destruction

The times to stop / To take a look / You’re living a dream / That is your book / In this life’s brook / Of which you float upon

Flying high

I am flying high – up into the sky / I am flying to where my soul belongs / High so high – I do fly / see the universes and planets passing…

I adore

Without romance my life would be nothing / Without love my life would be a mess / Without being myself … / Life would not be worth living …

Goodbye To You

What’s left is an unsteady heartbeat / And my cold hands waiting for a text / I’ll lay in waiting for you / Until I know it&#…

Two Roads

Wandering through the woods I am, / striding lonely, like a lonesome man. / Trees and clearings I do pass without a glance, / their beauty …

Turbulence

Breaking under the intensity, I’ll just learn to love you more.

Once upon a time, there was a bird and a bee̷…

There once was a bird, and a bee, / Not one, but two, not three, / They blurred as they buzzed underneath their sacred tree, / Chauffeured …

Question for the Artistically Inclined

Why do artists always love the dark, / 
Why do they shoot themselves in the head
 / With words and guns alike? / Why do intellectuals cling…

Exploration of The Face

You lean over, and I see that face. I can’t help but to relive this inner energy / You continue to give me. I can’t help but to…

I’m Bleeding Rain

I’m bleeding rain. / My arm’s the dark / storm cloud. / Pouring down its tears, / seeping to the floor. / I’m bleeding ra…

Of What Is Yours

Somewhere in the age of your hands / The sweetness of your mind / That in time, I can remain / Just a speck, just a gram / in the expanse o…

Remember To Reawaken

This cruel and unkind clutter has come for me to surrender again / To make me eat my words to bleed the truth and find my brimless grin

Move

These eyes never sought to find you there. / Turned to stone, I was engraved in your stare. / Without a touch, without a word I saw it all …

WRITING STIFF: Adventures in the Literary Underbe…

I met Peter Pan.

Mercy (pt. 3) The Burden of Witness

I don’t remember much about that night.
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