“Yes: I am a dreamer. For a dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world.” ― Oscar Wilde Even as a child I knew I was a dreamer. Maybe it was because Disney was telling every child that… Continue reading Dreaming With My Eyes Wide Open: A Post for Blooming Twig
There are no words left to express how it feels on the day of your birth with you no longer here. There are no words left to express the feelings of longing that I crave to see your face once again. There are no words left to express the void I feel without you… Continue reading There are no words left……
Embracing Lesbian Tendencies and Desires in Christina Rossetti’s Goblin Market Goblin Market, by Christina Rossetti, lends itself to many intelligent interpretations of the reading, but I will argue that the characters of Goblin Market, Laura, and Lizzie, embraces their lesbian sexual desires, and the powerful bond they share between each other. I will also state… Continue reading Embracing Lesbian Tendencies and Desires in Christina Rossetti’s Goblin Market
Why is it that we are always trying to fit a square peg in a round hole? Why, as humans, are we not satisfied with the abilities that God has equipped us with? Why are we always dreaming of some else’s talents and gifts instead of being thankful for the ones that God entrusted us… Continue reading Why?
While reading Part Two of Oral History, one of the most striking passage that stood out to me can be found on page 176, during the scene when Richard is at the church revival with his Autry Lily and he is “seeking’ salvation. Richard admits to only attending the revival in hopes of meeting… Continue reading Essential Passage from Part Two of Oral History
If I had one more minute what would I say? If I had one more moment what would I change? Would I tell you about my life now? Or about all my regrets? Would you tell me that your happier since your last breath? If I had one more minute would it make a difference?… Continue reading Momma
I sense your presence as you walk in the room. My mouth opens in awe at the sight you. Your body is sculpted like a Greek God. Manly perfection from your steamy eyes. To your growing manhood. Your nakedness has left me breathless. My heart races at the need of your touch. My breasts swell… Continue reading Touch