Month: April 2025

Essay

Sigrid Nunez Brings Up a Valid Point in The Friend About Technology’s (Lack of) Use in Literature

Most people still clinging to the notion of being a writer (or at least a “pure of heart” one) are likely classifiable, at this juncture, in the “old soul” category. As such, they tend to romanticize the era when everything wasn’t dominated by technology. More specifically, smartphones and the internet. And among the many hard truths/pearls of wisdom that Sigrid Nunez offers in The Friend … Continue reading Sigrid Nunez Brings Up a Valid Point in The Friend About Technology’s (Lack of) Use in Literature

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Poetry

Erased By a Mirror by John Tricarico

A mirror could tell youIf you bothered to listenWith an imaginative earIt is unresponsive to existential distressAnd may even react aggressivelyIf someone should ask: “who am I?”To an indifferent mirror Reduced to an outlineFilled with rotating question marksLike unidentified flying objectsLost in the immensity of spaceThey may question the mirrorWhy it erased themAnd if it doesn’t respondThey may decide to discard it Left on a … Continue reading Erased By a Mirror by John Tricarico

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How the March Hare and the White Rabbit Are Framed Differently Based on Perceptions of “Being Busy”

Perhaps, like the March Hare (a.k.a. Haigha) of Lewis Carroll’s beloved Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland and Through the Looking-Glass, we should all be wearing straw on our heads these days. For, during the Victorian times when these stories were originally published (1865 and 1871, respectively), this was a primary way of portraying a character’s madness. And, in case you hadn’t noticed lately, “We’re all mad … Continue reading How the March Hare and the White Rabbit Are Framed Differently Based on Perceptions of “Being Busy”

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Poetry

Thirst by Antonia Alexandra Klimenko

I know thirstI know it wellKnow it like the red burning skyI swallowed at the age of three the days I ran on empty    the scorched cracked earth under my feet How I looked through window’s bottomless glasswaiting waiting waitingfor the miracle   of rain Thirstas in riverbanks and riverbeds  the beds of all my lovers that ran dry as inthe longing for that cool elixir to soothe the aching wound of a … Continue reading Thirst by Antonia Alexandra Klimenko

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Poetry

The Shock of Recognition by Frank Freeman

when I was watchingan interview with a veteranwho had had to observeatomic bomb explosionshim sitting therewith this baseball mitton his right handwith cuts back and forthfrom him to scenes ofsoldiers in the desertthe flash of lightthe mushroom cloudsblack and white filmslike we had in high schoolthe terrible beautyborn here in the goodold US of A andhow he did his dutydid what they toldhim to do … Continue reading The Shock of Recognition by Frank Freeman

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