“Who, being loved, is poor?” – Oscar Wilde, A Woman of No Importance


The Colossus by Sylvia Plath

I shall never get you put together entirely, Pieced, glued, and properly jointed. Mule-bray, pig-grunt and bawdy cackles Proceed from your great lips. It’s worse than a barnyard. Perhaps you consider yourself an oracle, Mouthpiece of the dead, or of some god or other. Thirty years now I have labored To dredge the silt from … Continue reading The Colossus by Sylvia Plath

“Life is to be lived, not controlled; and humanity is won by continuing to play in face of certain defeat.”  -Ralph Ellison, Invisible Man