I found myself
upon the brink of grief’s abysmal valley
that collects the thunderings of endless cries.
The night was calm. I trudged into the apartment with a burrito and some brown ale.1,561 more words
“While talking or even musing as he sat in his chair, he commonly held his head to one side towards his right shoulder, and shook it in a tremulous manner, moving his body backwards and forwards, and rubbing his left knee in the same direction, with the palm of his hand. 1,625 more words
I am entranced by nineteenth-century Russian literature. It is not just for entertainment: it is the pleasure of tracing the development of Russian fiction from Pushkin to Chekhov. 961 more words
I have to say I really loved this issue. Gave Jessica Cruz a well deserved character building. While I don’t have anxiety attacks, I felt for her.
From – Green Lanterns Vol. 1 #15