humanity
For better or for worse, relationships reveal the core of the human condition.
Herbert Woodward Martin: Good Poems to Sell
Herbert Martin has “Good poems to sell.” His latest collection, The Shape of Regret ($16.99, Wayne State UP), includes this line spoken by the ghost of poet Edith Sitwell, perched “on her pinnacle/far from hell.” Maybe she’s just “Outside the Gate,” the title of another poem, where the speaker says, “I no longer hope to get to heaven./I want a chair placed outside the gate;/that will do.”
By 5 years ago in Humans
My Discovery: Racism Is Not A Real Word
I have made an amazing discovery. The words "racism" and "racist" do not make sense when used in the context of a person of one skin color discriminating against or displaying hatred against a person of different skin color. Why? Read on.
By Michael Trigg5 years ago in Humans
The Last Party
Walking along the streets of Corso Venezia, Chiara remembers cycling down these lanes to work in her Uncle’s Pasticcino bakery. She remembers it so vividly that she can almost see her younger self pushing past her now, the bicycle bell ringing frantically, swooshing past the flower stall opposite the Montanelli gardens, where Chiara had just bought a giant bouquet of azalea and jasmine. She reminisces how her canvas plimsoles felt worn to the last layer, pressing into the bicycle pedals that hung to the bike like they were strung by a fine fishing wire. Chiara snaps herself out of her day dream and catches a glimpse of the Prada Spazzolatos that are now on her feet, and how her hair is cut short and sleek, like most women in 1997. The Milanese city sun reflects the light straight back up to space, rather than the tangled locks with the sun-bleached highlights she used to have.
By Bex Thackery5 years ago in Humans
An American Revolution Story
This is a story or rather a play that I wrote for a Creative writing course I enrolled in during my Junior year in college. There will be mistakes for this was or is my first attempt at being a playwright or maybe a scriptwriter. If I remember right the other writing majors were quite strict in their reviews of the story (play), but the professor stated that it was a good attempt.
By Mark Graham5 years ago in Humans
Jerusha
I am a white woman who grew up in an upper middle-class town in Massachusetts back in the late 1960's. There were no black children in my elementary school, and if my memory serves me correctly, there was only a smattering of black students throughout my entire High School at that time. I never had a black student in my class, nor did I have a black friend or role model, until I met Jerusha.
By Jean Mullin5 years ago in Humans
Life and Death
Life is too short. I am just starting to realize just how blessed I am at this for what has been a few years now. I think we all long for something more but having all that you need can be quite satisfying if it's realized just how few problems that you actually aware exist. Right now is how I would like it to stay forever. I've longed for my youth and the memories and people I hold in my heart but who I was then and who those people and places are, those that remain, they are as gone as the bad memories I have of myself. I can't hold on to one and release the other. Instead, I gather what is most dear to me, memories like photographs and relationships that are positive, and devote myself to God, myself and my family. The rest is scenery and bonuses.
By James S. Carr5 years ago in Humans
