Memories of Promise
November 2, 2016 10:44
If I encase myself
behind impermeable walls
of self-protection and rigidity,
I run the risk of seeing
the magic of life
turn dry and brittle,
eventually cracking
into memories
of promise unfulfilled.© 2016 Dennis Ference
My new book of original inspirational verses, From the Water’s Edge, is now available from https://www.createspace.com/6040109, http://www.amazon.com/dp/1530558018 and Kindle eBooks at Amazon.
The ‘madness’ of revolting women…
November 2, 2016 10:43
As America prepares to head for the polls to decide whether to elect its first female president, it’s worth noting how far women have come in terms of achieving a political voice. I’m pleased to welcome author Lucienne Boyce to HistoryWithATwist. Lucienne’s book, The Bristol Suffragettes, is a timely reminder of the ingrained social attitudes that early campaigners for women’s rights had to battle against in their bid for political equality.
In June 1914, Joan Lavender Guthrie, a 24-year-old actress also known as Laura Grey, wrote a final letter to her mother and then committed suicide by taking an overdose of veronal. She was pregnant. The coroner’s verdict was “suicide during temporary insanity”. In court a tragic story emerged of prostitution and addiction to both drugs and alcohol. A doctor determined that Joan had been mentally unstable ever since she self-harmed herself aged 16.
These all seemed sufficient reasons to account for…
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Bus Sketches
November 2, 2016 8:46
The woman was filling the boxes of her crossword puzzle in the morning paper. In pen. She sat sideways as the bus pulled away from its bay. She turned to the woman next to her and offered her a swe…
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way poem #11: how I thought, it was
November 2, 2016 8:45
I thought it
with my heart
so I could say it
with my tongue
so I could see it
with my eyes
so I could hear it
with my ears
so I could breathe it
through my nose
and what I said
it was
and what I saw
it was
and what I heard
it was
and what I smelt
it was
I could feel it
I reported
to my head
and it reported right back
to my heart
and so
it was
from nothing
that’s what I thought
© Frank Prem, 2016
Poem #2: way poem #12: sorrow and joy (up here in heaven)
Cada qual com seu currículo
November 2, 2016 8:44
Nesse dia de finados, uma pergunta: qual seria o seu currículo quando sua hora chegar ? O de Jânio Ferreira é iniusitado. Para mim ele é uma espécie de “Veríssimo da caatinga”. Confiram !
Cada qual com seu currículo
Por esses dias fiz uma coisa que foge totalmente ao meu estilo. Pressionado por uma filha (se você as têm sabe que quando elas insistem em algo seus princípios vão às favas) escrevi a um amigo com aquela conversa mole de pai quando quer dar uma força na biografia da cria. Educadamente ele pediu seu currículo e antes de enviá-lo resolvi lê-lo, até para saber o resultado das dezenas de boletos pagos nos acréscimos do tempo regulamentar que os códigos de barra permitem. Simbora.
Inicialmente achei-o curto, no que ela respondeu que “a tendência agora é essa, papi!”, como se esse velho escriba – oriundo de uma época onde pedir o…
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