On day you finally knew what you had to do, and began, though the voices around you kept shouting their bad advice– though the whole house began to tremble and you felt the old tug at your ankles. “Mend my
Poetry Ptuesday: Desiderata by Max Ehrmann
[Desiderata: something considered necessary or highly desirable.] ***** Go placidly amid the noise and haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence. As far as possible without surrender be on good terms with all persons. Speak your truth
Starting Today: Everything I Never Told You by Celeste Ng
I started this yesterday but I heard you can go on the internet and lie 😉 Here are the first lines: “Lydia is dead. But they don’t know this yet. 1977, May 3, six thirty in the morning,
Final Lines Friday: Salt Houses by Hala Alyan
Earlier this week I finished Salt Houses, finally. Can y’all believe I started it at the end of March?! Nevertheless, here it is, the final lines: “The song alights within Alia, a remembering akin to joy. Her mother’s garden,
Poetry Ptuesday: Wonder by Maya Angelou
A day drunk with the nectar of slowness weaves its way between the years to find itself at the flophouse of night to sleep and be seen no more. Will I be less dead because I wrote this poem