A Life in Trees.Getting to the core. A tribute to nobility, generosity without cessation.
The debatable claims of literature in a world gone mad, and perhaps in imminent danger of a Final Solution.
A diverting post for both genders?
Originally posted on Myths of the Mirror:
I saved this the first time I heard it – a fun piece by Rosemarie Urquico. Enjoy!
Date a girl who reads. Date a girl who spends her money on books instead of clothes. She has problems with closet space because she has too many books. Date a girl who has a list of books she wants to read, who has had a library card since she was twelve.
Find a girl who reads. You’ll know that she does because she will always have an unread book in her bag. She’s the one lovingly looking over the shelves in the bookstore, the one who quietly cries out when she finds the book she wants. You see the weird chick sniffing the pages of an old book in a second hand book shop? That’s the reader. They can never resist smelling the pages, especially when they are yellow.
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Flying and Whisky and a flip sharp humour. What’s not to like? A new discovered friend who shows how it’s done.
Originally posted on Peak Perspective:
Today I’m offering up an interview I did with author/blogger/human extraordinaire, Jan Wissmar. I had a marvelous time with Jan and I do hope you’ll check out her work. She’s just released her third book, Willful Avoidance and continues to impress me with being someone whose work on this earth is beyond inspirational.
I hope you enjoy.
Meet Shelley Sackier, author, blogger, pilot, and whisky drinker
Today I’m delighted to welcome Shelley Sackier, creator of the always entertaining blog – Peak Perspective – and author of the upcoming teen novel DEAR OPL.
SS: The blog title and tagline (Peak Perspective: trying to climb out of the fog.) was born of both sight and wordplay. I live in the Blue Ridge Mountains. I’m surrounded by…
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Hot words before the tears dry and the work is desiccated by analysis.
A lovely languorous poem of the summer that seems now confined to memory, together with that innocent love. Today I am glad I am old!
Originally posted on As It Ought to Be:
SUMMER NIGHT, RIVERSIDE
By Sara Teasdale
In the wild soft summer darkness
How many and many a night we two together
Sat in the park and watched the Hudson
Wearing her lights like golden spangles
Glinting on black satin.
The rail along the curving pathway
Was low in a happy place to let us cross,
And down the hill a tree that dripped with bloom
While your kisses and the flowers,
Tangled in my hair….
The frail white stars moved slowly over the sky.
And now, far off
In the fragrant darkness
The tree is tremulous again with bloom
For June comes back.
To-night what girl
Dreamily before her mirror shakes from her hair
This year’s blossoms, clinging to its coils?
Today poem is in the public domain, belongs to the masses, and appears here accordingly.
Sara Teasdale (1884–1933) received public admiration for her well-crafted lyrical…
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