i think i met an angel in the hallway serendipity in the subway today behind the corner, in my circus state she said “god loves you” but that was before i knew myself well like unsealed tupperware or baggy cotton, i didn’t notice (at first) a slice, a thin rift…
Hag-Seed by Margaret Atwood
In this clever twist on of Shakespeare’s “The Tempest,” Margaret Atwood maintains her straightforward but perceptive narration style while telling the story of Felix, a run-down and hermit-like thespian who, much like Prospero, had his of social status and place in the theater ripped out from under him by his…
Midnight Sun by Stephenie Meyer
A coven of vampires resides in the small, ever cloudy town of Forks, Washington. Unbeknownst to – most of – its inhabitants, this hodgepodge family is as much a part of the community (if not a tad estranged) as they are unique to their blood-drinking kind: the respected father figure…
Subjectively Successful: Why The American Dream Is Bad For Us
When it comes to success and failure, we can set ourselves up for disappointment. The culprit? The “American Dream.” It tells us we have the right to success, making America an omniscient genie-like figure and promising an idealized guarantee that our wishes will be granted if we want it hard…
a jumble of hamlet
The image of one scene mixed with the quote of another. From “Hamlet”, by William Shakespeare.
violent delights
“These violent delights have violent ends / And in their triumph die, like fire and powder, / Which, as they kiss, consume. The sweetest honey / Is loathsome in his own deliciousness / And in the taste confounds the appetite. / Therefore love moderately. Long love doth so. / Too…
¿de dónde eres?
“¿De dónde eres?”“Soy del útero.”“Ah, ¡yo también!” Somos más parecidas de lo pensamos.
give yourself a present
“Harry, I’m going to let you in on a little secret: Every day, once a day, give yourself a present. Don’t plan it. Don’t wait for it. Just let it happen. It could be a new shirt at the men’s store, a catnap in your office chair, or two cups…
i can’t see the future
“Just like an amnesiac / Trying to get my senses back / (Oh, where did they go?) / Laughing with a mouth of blood / From a little spill I took / (Oh, what are you laughing at?) / See I traded my plot of land / For a plane…