Chamber of Secrets

This is a good poem. Just to take away the pleasure of finding that out on your own.  It is good in a literary sense, in that uses t...

Is this a complicated poem? I'm not sure. The words in themselves can seem complicated; at least when English is not your first language...

A short installation here as I am waiting to have a proper post ready. Which means working, really. Not waiting. Leave your front ...

David Whyte has visited this blog earlier, in his poem The Well of Grief , as well as his poem called Faith . This poem, called Ten Years...

"I am travelling at the speed of time, along the Massachusetts Turnpike. For months, for years, for most of my life, I have been h...

In waiting for a new post here on the blog, I wish to share this beautiful image by Wang Yu.  If anyone is wondering why there has ...

T. S. Eliot. Four Quartets . You might have seen me going on about it before. Today, on this pentecostal national holiday, I got to thinki...

Everness One thing does not exist: Oblivion. God saves the metal and he saves the dross, And his prophetic memory guards from loss The m...

By Gisela Giardino Reading Borges' ficciones is always rewarding in one way or other. I picked up his Collected Fictions one night,...

In the novel Atonement by Ian McEwan the main character is Briony, who at age 13 is a budding author. She already thinks like a writer most ...