Hush

Originally posted on For The Wayfarer, Love:
There is a small tree growing out of the drainpipe. Just beginning to brush the red brick with baby leaf hands, reaching up towards the cracked and peeling window frame. All around me the people hive-hum across the cobbles, a spilled yolk of afternoon sun pouring through cracks…

My Tears See More Than My Eyes: My Son’s Depression and the Power of Art

Originally posted on Longreads:
Alan Shapiro | Virginia Quarterly Review| Fall 2006 | 20 minutes (4,928 words) Alan Shapiro published two books in January 2012: Broadway Baby, a novel, from Algonquin Books, and Night of the Republic, poetry, from Houghton Mifflin/Harcourt. This essay first appeared in the Virginia Quarterly Review (subscribe here). Our thanks to Shapiro for…

Dani Shapiro on Writing & the Creative Life(via brainpickings.org)

Here’s what she says: “When I wasn’t writing, I was reading. And when I wasn’t writing or reading, I was staring out the window, lost in thought. Life was elsewhere — I was sure of it—and writing was what took me there. In my notebooks, I escaped an unhappy and lonely childhood. I tried to…

Letting Go

The hardest part was, to let go of the inhibitions that strangled you. To let go of the suffocating presence that caged your being. But there was in it also, the promise of liberation. Image source: How to Be Alone by Maria Popova

The Tick of a Biological Clock

Awoken by the sound of a biological clock Planning, preparing every morrow The same dull, mundane routine Such as the flat stretch of the road To the everyday destination we follow. As we drift towards the familiar location in space The same pavement beneath our feet Caught in by the shimmering morning asphalt Faces whirring…

Ashes and Embers

Fleeting moments, towering stood Fading sky of burning wood                   A fire, there was a fire  Ember-brightened darkness Sailors, be wary, hark Speak the sea, we listen A flame, there was a flame A plummet to death, Like meteors in The night they flew Spreading the ashes Over…

Trapped On A Crossroads

A fictional tale of what happens when Irving, the young traveler, dares let his curiosity venture deep into the heart of the sorrowful mystery that surrounds the old Hensley Manor─ the place where an old couple lives in the embrace of the woods; far, far away from civilization.

A Frozen Tale

Time passes by your unblinking eyes in a blur, you may acquire a fleeting glimpse of its elusiveness or you may not, for it will not stop to grant you the luxury of regaining your pace with it.  In the solace of the waves colliding against the jagged rocks of the cliffs a few feet…

Asking Questions by Grant Snider

Questions form an essential part of this universe. Anything that exists…began with a question first. They are like holy drops of water to the weary man with an unquenchable thirst for more: A thirst that only goes on increasing as the sun fades away into the horizon. Endless questions mark our lives more than the answers…

“I Like to Sit Alone”

“I like to sit alone and think about the world. I wanted to be a philosophy major, but there is no philosophy class at our universities. The only class offered is ‘Religion and Philosophy.’ We aren’t exactly encouraged to decide things for ourselves. Any philosophy we have must be built on the existence of God….

LULLABY

“Lullaby” Image: Abandoned Houses I was not sure of what the future held —who could ever be? And there was the nagging paranoia that remained hovering like a cloud overhead. There was awful, terrible stillness in that brief second where you awaited the next freely falling drop of water leaving the eaves overhead only to collide…