A Thought a Day Keeps Insanity Away
What follows is a poem I wrote in pastiche for a school project using Yusef Komunyakaa’s “My Father’s Love Letters.” I really enjoyed this exercise. I hope you do too. 208 more words
For lack of wood the fire goes out, and where there is no whisperer, quarreling ceases.
As charcoal to hot embers and wood to fire, so is a quarrelsome man for kindling strife. 453 more words
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