Emily Dickinson, “I never hear the word escape” (77)
Right now, feeling down. Rejected by oh-so-many. It’s easy to dive into a pool of self-pity and never return. Working with self-pity is challenging. I used to t...
Right now, feeling down. Rejected by oh-so-many. It’s easy to dive into a pool of self-pity and never return. Working with self-pity is challenging. I used to t...
A thought, thrown away: “no six, I missed one / it was there anyway.” I can recall when I spoke—even counted—like that. Especially tedious tasks at ...
“Mirror” demands self-reflection from its very title. It took a little effort to grasp what I feel when I look in the mirror. There isn’t any ...
“Make more of each moment” is an imperative with a gooey, sickeningly sweet casing. It’s advice from Hallmark cards and TV specials in which, say, grandpa...
It has a rhythm, you know. Traditional, conservative talk about “manliness.” Sure, it starts with what seems a debatable contention: perhaps masculi...