This collection is the culmination of National Poetry Month: April, 2014. Each day in April I took one or more photographs of a tree or trees and wrote one or more poems that day about the pictures.... More > I also endeavored to leave each piece having learned something about life, ergo "Life Lessons from Trees."
This idea, while quite desirable, did lead to some days where I would be tired of writing about trees, thus the second title, "Not another Tree Poem!"
I hope you enjoy reading these 30 days as much as I enjoyed writing them :)
PS: Day 30 is more of a short story, which explains its length in comparison to the rest.< Less
This is my first collection of poetry
I am new to publishing, but I have been writing for 7 years, and delve as early as 2009 for some of the material in this book
This book is not meant to be a... More > platform for selling my beliefs as fact, it is a stage for creation, and through that creation I hope to learn more about myself, the world and others around me, and I hope that others will learn about me, and learn what I find important
I would love to be a voice for change, but I will not do so with pride.
"this is my message, to be accepted or rejected, all I ask is that you think."< Less
In this collection of poetry and stories is a portrayal of how writing has different planes in our expression of it. These planes in our imagination come together to form a whole consciousness... More > showing that the mind is capable of more than what we feel with the five senses.< Less
She knew her body was being maneuvered. She had glimpses into the surroundings. She knew she was in the living room and was being repositioned. She remembered being getting drunk. Now she was totally... More > drunk. Drifting in and out of consciousness like a drowning man in an ocean. Her mind floated between memories and reality. Everything seemed real when she closed her eyes, everything seemed dreamlike when she opened them.
Sarah felt hands all over her. She briefly opened her eyes to see someone looking down on her whose face she could not identify. The room was dimly lit and she could make out several figures sprawled on the floor. Her face was being tapped with cold hands. She opened her eyes again. It was the same figure yet his face remained unidentifiable. Her lids closed on itself.< Less
The Waste Land is a 434-line modernist poem by T. S. Eliot published in 1922. It has been called one of the most important poems of the 20th century.
Despite the poem's obscurity—its shifts... More > between satire and prophecy, its abrupt and unannounced changes of speaker, location and time, its elegiac but intimidating summoning up of a vast and dissonant range of cultures and literatures—the poem has become a familiar touchstone of modern literature.
Among its famous phrases are "April is the cruellest month," "I will show you fear in a handful of dust," and the mantra in the Sanskrit language "Shantih shantih shantih."
Eliot probably worked on what was to become The Waste Land for several years preceding its first publication in 1922. In a letter to New York lawyer and patron of modernism John Quinn dated 9 May 1921, Eliot wrote that he had "a long poem in mind and partly on paper which I am wishful to finish."< Less
University at Buffalo M. Arch thesis work. Students Andrew Perkins and Matthieu Bain moved into a derelict house purchased for $800 and lived there for a year, off the grid, using only reclaimed... More > materials to rebuild and redefine the dwelling. The house is an architectural laboratory, a critique of consumerism, and the adventure of a lifetime.< Less
"This is not the way home. This is never the way home!"
Folklore of a Tree Troll has always been whispered about in Misty Peaks. But now Hudson must decide if he believes it or not. Should... More > he take the shortcut through Wasted Wood or should he go around and guarantee he'll be grounded.< Less