The Void
1 Liquid diamonds from a grey ceiling fall to an asphalt pool making ripples around my shoes. 2 Thief that steals my peace, leaving behind images that make me look forward to the night.
Author: L.R. Alba
People
1 Small feet move with blinding speed while a toothless laugh pursues close behind.
The Smile
“Look!” She shouts, smiling and standing; her hands on her growing belly.
Morituri Salutamus – Poem For The Fiftieth Anniversary Of The Class Of 1825 In Bowdoin College
Morituri Salutamus – Poem For The Fiftieth Anniversary Of The Class Of 1825 In Bowdoin College by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Tempora labuntur, tacitisque senescimus annis, Et fugiunt freno non remorante dies.–OVID, Fastorum, Lib. vi. “O Caesar, we who are about to die Salute you!” was the gladiators’ cry In the …
A Poem Fans of Stoicism Will Enjoy: Ozymandias
I recently became aware of the poem below, written by English Romantic poet Percy Bysshe Shelley, and could not help but think it must have been inspired to some degree by stoic philosophy. Specifically the following Marcus Aurelius quote on the emptiness of fame. People who are excited by posthumous …
Elizabeth Gilbert: Your Elusive Creative Genius
TED Talk Share: The above TED Talk is the sort of thing I can’t help but share. Author, Elizabeth Gilbert tackles the question of how writers (or any creative person) go about creating a protective psychological construct between themselves and the anxiety about what the reaction will be to what …
Introduction
I have carried with me a desire to create from the moment my mother taught me to hold a crayon. From that day on, I would draw every chance I could, on every scrap of paper my father brought home from the printing press at which he worked. I was …
