Lady, your room is lousy with flowers.
When you kick me out, that’s what I’ll remember,
Me, sitting here bored as a loepard… 289 more words
Until the third decade of the 19th century, America had little literature to call its own. Fireside poets represented a “coming of age” for the young country, as a first generation of poets took their name from the popularity of their works which were widely read as family entertainment (and in the schoolroom). 392 more words
I finally had the opportunity to read Attica Locke’s debut novel Black Water Rising (2009), and in many ways it begins some of the same topics she covers in her second novel The Cutting Season (2012). 1,060 more words