More: Literature
Came here to forget the book thief
“You’re
misbehaving. You’re misbehaving, Emily. Go to your room. Write if you must.
Your verses.”
“I’m humming.
I’m singing. I’m happy. You should be happy for me. Seldom...
Domestic Violence
It is too
cold to swim but she takes his hand. It is beach weather but it is still too
cold to swim. She knows she...
The Filmmaker
Stay with
her and protect your family. But especially protect your daughters, you need
that the most. They need that the most. Already you are a...
The Prayer
This is goodbye. Saying goodbye to a sister
who is going to teach English overseas. I haven’t got time for the pain. When
I’m through with...
The psychology of forgiveness
A few weeks ago, I found myself saying
goodbye to someone I love again. This time quite literally forever. Saying
goodbye to a sister who is...
Ecca poet Silke Heiss and Emily Dickinson (Beauty awakens the root of it)
There is my reflection in the window. She
dances. She dances. She dances. Look at me, Master. I am wearing my dancing
shoes. I am dancing....
Port Elizabeth, South Africa
There is a
dwelling that I exist in. This far out between heaven and hell she is, my
mother is still beautiful. She was beautiful, and...
Harper Lee’s sigh towards God and the signature psychology in her writing of To Kill A Mockingbird
There is
blood in our silence, and in our silence the milk and honey, assertion and
defiance of language lives and breathes. In our projections from...
Vincent van Gogh: The Other. Now we will both drown in agony, despair and ecstasy
Now he belongs to the elite.
Like a photo workshop, even the trying
decline of the citizenship (belonging to the working and lower middle classes)
of stigma...
Marilyn Monroe: A cuckoo hatchling pushing eggs outside of its nest
They took
photographs of you. Might as well been from dawn to dark photographs. In
pictures, in films, the light certainly never left your eyes. Your...