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Story Shots: Choice

Choosing is never an easy task. For this month’s Story Shots, our short nonfiction series, we asked our writers to think about choice.

Here’s the thing about choices: they’re never easy. 1,390 more words


Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening — A Poem

— Robert Frost (1874–1963)

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here… 87 more words


Nothing Gold Can Stay by Robert Frost

Nature’s first green is gold, 
Her hardest hue to hold. 
Her early leaf’s a flower; 
But only so an hour. 
Then leaf subsides to leaf. 
So Eden sank to grief, 
So dawn goes down to day. 
Nothing gold can stay.

Winter is Coming

Sleigh bells ring, I’m not listening,
In my room, it’s interesting
A beautiful sight,
I’m happy tonight,
Reading through a winter wonderland.

Sunday marks the start of winter. 14 more words


On Reviewing

As a writer, I take reviewing another author’s book seriously. Let me preface this by stating I only read manuscripts I like. There are too many good books and too few hours, so if a piece hasn’t hooked me within the first hundred pages I quietly place it in the box destined for my local used bookstore. 479 more words



What’s more important: the road and the ending, or the details of the road? 1,706 more words


7 Days Until Christmas

The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood… 241 more words