I Do Not Fear A Season Without Hope
I do not fear a season without hope: Catastrophe upon catastrophe, When love is every day a little bit Made more a crime. When cruelty becomes The only virtue men know how to praise. When all but easy speeches are forbid To comfort cruel men. I...
Double Feature
Tracy’s rc cola “religious experience” is very much autobiographical.
Maybe All Confessional Essays Should Be Written In Blank Verse
This started as a question, in my head. Why can I not write love a happy end? Why, when I try, must I write mourning, loss, Bereavement and the need for elegy? I write unto my husband, whom I love, And it becomes a prayer for his soul. I write...
Eight Minutes and Forty Six Seconds on June Twelfth, Two Thousand Twenty
The rain continues. No thunder dares ring. No winds howl. All is silence, save the sound Of distant trucks down on the interstate. I tell myself, pretend it is the sea That all this rain, perhaps, will wash into. And I remain in silence. What must...
Owning My Humanity -- Commitment
#1 of owning my humanity - autobiography by kimono-box-fox taking a stab at an autobiographical work. anything to put thought on paper, no matter the value of that thought.
The End
Sorry about the sad ending, i am in the process of writing one that is almost completely autobiographical emotionally, in which i will attempt to show at least some of what my wonderful wolf has done for me (it wont be completely autobiographical as i'm not
At The Lefties
"it's mostly because we don't have any further signings here, and she has other represented authors as well, and now she's going to atlanta with some wolf who wrote his autobiographical account on working at the car manufacturing plants in detroit
Personal Introduction
I know that words alone can only convey so much, but my hope is that the semi-autobiographical short stories that follow will lend you understanding and, god willing, lead to a little heart-to-heart conversation.
Autoimmune Scarring of the Myelin Sheath
The coming summer heat looks to be cruel As ever it has been. Grey autumn can Not easily come soon enough for me. And what an evil fate is ours, my love, That such embittered words should ring so true. That at the highest loft of light and...
Amo, Amas, Amat
So much of it came out in his writing that some critics wonder how autobiographical it is. the way that the narrator keeps intruding, saying 'that was me...' "and edgar derby.
The Glowing Chapter 2
**Chapter 2** Nerves are shaken, the bedrock or reality eroding away, a lifetime of nightmare conspire to invoke crippling anxiety. Austen runs down the street to the bus stop, past the burned down store. Briskly he follows the curb to distances...
I Switch Off All The Lights
I switch off all the lights. Those that I love Are all abed, both in the other room And all across the city that I love. I see my way across the meagre room And to the too-tall curtains by the light Of thrift-store stained-glass lamp, by oven...