Fields of Blood: Religion and the History of Violence by Karen Armstrong My rating: 5 of 5 stars Fields of Blood: Religion and the History of Violence (2014) by Karen […]
“The historical events were unimaginable,” Hessler writes of China and its history, “as if they had come from another world, but the people’s reactions were perfectly understandable. Recovery, in all its varied forms, is simply a human instinct” (p 456).
This is Yuanchao, writer and law student at City University of Hong Kong “Dating the Moon Through Music” Two weeks ago, days before the approaching Mid-Autumn Festival, the full moon […]
The Catcher in the Rye by J.D. Salinger My rating: 5 of 5 stars The Catcher in the Rye (1951) by J.D. Salinger is often mistaken—and rightly so—as a novel […]
Richard Blanco Says ~ A Poem of Redaction ~ Writing a poem All our lives, Central to obsession… Leaving home To love a country As if you’ve lost one; […]
Ralph Waldo Emerson and Walt Whitman offer readers a unique view on language development and its inherent role in man and nature. And it is with Emerson’s and Whitman’s expert […]
The University of North Carolina – Greensboro’s Master of Fine Arts in Creative Writing publishes a poetry and fiction review called The Greensboro Review. I happened to read the Fall […]
Candide by Voltaire My rating: 4 of 5 stars Every writer needs to master dialogue, making it as believable and expected as everyday life, but allowing it to convey the […]
The Missouri Review’s Fall 2013 edition titled Transcendence contained only twelve writers that often had multiple submissions and the Christian religion seemed to be a major theme underlining many of […]
I wonder what it’s like to be— By CG FEWSTON I wonder what it’s like to be— To be faithless; To have no god To try and live up to; To never let divinity down, To never be less than made whole. I wonder if I were born— Born in another era or nation, What gods would I serve, And would I be the same? I consider what the world would be— A world where there was never a me, A being of words, of letters, of books and passions, An expression without a thought to voice. My mind is open to— To all the possibilities, To be less than who I am, To what I can’t believe, To not feel, to not think, to not hold dear, To be less than made whole. I could not see— See what good that would be For you or for me.