Poetry: This Living Hand by John Keats
This Living Hand by John Keats This living hand, now warm and capable Of earnest grasping, would, if it were cold and in the icy silence of the…
This Living Hand by John Keats This living hand, now warm and capable Of earnest grasping, would, if it were cold and in the icy silence of the…
I went to Brooklyn the other day to check out my friend's work studio. Always curious about individual spaces and how we put them together, I was eager…
within a place myself finds now to then is i . a palmy feeling with needs to speak ess to listen ore. exotic placed shadows tremble to…
And another Friday is here. It is so gorgeous this morning that I am actually yearning for a walk...and I will, after this post, take one. Yesterday was…
The other day in class, on the topic of Chaucer's Parliement of Fowls, my professor went into one of his interesting monologues about a reward system which often…