Poetry: Miscellaneous Poems from My Lair by Betsugen Enshi
Old rat as usual stealing oil from my lamp, With squeaking screeches leaps about, poking holes in the walls;
Old rat as usual stealing oil from my lamp, With squeaking screeches leaps about, poking holes in the walls;
Remember, my love , the item you saw That beautiful morning in June: By a bend in the path a carcass reclined
What is compelling about Arna Bontemps' poem, The Day-Breakers? I share my perspective here through an analysis of the poem. - - - Jane A. Odartey
I hear many voices like it’s said a madman hears; I hear trees talking
How does one conceptualize solitude in relations to Emily Dickinson? In this video I explore Dickinson poem no.1695, arguing for a positive perspective of solitude. * Correction: Dickinson…