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The Lovers of the Poor

arrive. The Ladies from the Ladies’ Betterment League
Arrive in the afternoon, the late light slanting
In diluted gold bars across the boulevard brag
Of proud, seamed faces with mercy and murder hinting… 717 more words

Writing

First Person: Why I am a pro-life atheist

A new series in which contributors discuss what being pro-life means to them. Our first piece is by Robert Stagg, a PhD student in English at the University of Southampton. 972 more words

the boy died in my alley :: gwendolyn brooks

to Running Boy

The Boy died in my alley
without my Having Known.
Policeman said, next morning,
“Apparently died Alone.”

“You heard a shot?” Policeman said. 206 more words

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Delicious

One more week in NaNoWriMo! Keep going! Chocolate helps…

“Writing is a delicious agony.”
― Gwendolyn Brooks

Source: Goodreads
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Writing

The Chicago Literary Renaissance

At the onset of the 20th century, Chicago had become the nation’s Second City, a Midwest Leviathan, a center of commerce and industry. The poet Carl Sandburg, born in downstate Galesburg, arrives in Chicago in 1912. 450 more words

5 Quick Tips for Reading Poetry

  1. Read the whole thing through, twice.

    Most poems can’t be fully digested in one reading. This is just the facts. The magic and mystery of a poem is revealed layer by layer.

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Poetry

The Sonnet-Ballad


Oh mother, mother, where is happiness?
They took my lover’s tallness off to war,
Left me lamenting. Now I cannot guess
What I can use an empty heart-cup for. 103 more words

Poetry