"Traveling ( Read more... )

A poem is an outpouring of emotion organized into feet and lines and stanzas because the emotion cannot be.

A poem laments, joys, and lives with this truth in its very core.

"One Art ( Read more... )

"Nostalgia" [excerpt]

As usual, I was thinking about the moments of the past,
letting my memory rush over them like water
rushing over the stones on the bottom of a stream.
I was even thinking a little about the future, that place
where people are doing a dance we cannot imagine,
a dance whose name we can only guess.

"Today"If ever there were a ( Read more... )

I am having one of those days where I have multiple epiphanies, particularly regarding my thesis ( Read more... )

Sonnet XCIV ( Read more... )

I fynde no peace and all my warr is done ( Read more... )

I miss Dublin. /sigh.

I'm just figuring out how witty George Orwell is ( Read more... )

I have absolutely no direction in life.

I should probably stop inactively daydreaming...