New York, New York

This past weekend my family and I drove to New York for my sisters birthday. I'd been to New York once before, when I was six -so it's safe to say my memories weren't that great. Going there as a child I remembered New York in an almost gloomy light. I remembered the tall buildings, … Continue reading New York, New York

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The Birds and The World

What if the birds know the truth What if the trees and the ground share their inside jokes about humanity The rocks and mountains laugh at us The sun and the moon shake their heads lovingly at the folly of their offspring The oceans tease us with their many mysteries but the birds know this … Continue reading The Birds and The World

Art

Poetry is just weeping words and drying the tears with paper PaintingĀ is just bleeding out emotion and senses onto a canvas Writing is just life in disguise Theatre is a mask woven tight Sewing is just a projection of an attempt to heal Dancing is just a body taken over by the soul Music is … Continue reading Art

Where is home?

Home is not a building. Home is not a city. No, home is not a location with coordinates you can get to. Home is a harbour within yourself. You may not always live in the same place or same country but you will always live in the same body,the same body of water, the same … Continue reading Where is home?

Lucky by Tony Hoagland (Summary, Analysis and Review)

Lucky is a poem written by Tony Hoagland, an American author. I just read this poem and found it really quite clever so I thought I would write my thoughts about it here. I often get that with books or poems where I read them and then am left so full of thoughts and feelings … Continue reading Lucky by Tony Hoagland (Summary, Analysis and Review)