A Poem i won a competition for its now published

I Have a Dream.   I have a dream that I am a bird, I fly anywhere, to the top of the world. I fly in the day, I fly in the night, I’ll fly in my own way, So high and so bright.   I have a dream that I am a cat, I’ll sleep through the day, And play in the night. The world is my novel, The days are my chapter, I’ll fill my book with cheers and laughter.   I have a dream of a world filled with war, Of death and dismay, I never yet saw. Children are screaming, Parents are crying... read more

The following was written as a linguistics autobiography in 2004. I'm being exceptionally lazy and offering it as both an introduction to Between the Lines -- an obsessed amateur's take on written language -- as well as a little background on why I'm tackling the subjects. Trust me when I say this is not the last you will hear of Word Clues , sesquipedalianism and so forth. Note, too, that you're getting a taste of what is to come. I am not a scholarly writer, nor a succinct one. Heck; I'm born...

i went to google my name. i got 2 results. one is the MOE site where they introduced our trip to the california after winning the FIRST Robotics. they posted some pictures and i look like crap there. the other one is dated back to 2003, an article published in the new paper after winning the be yourself day poem writing, if i remember correctly. anyway, that poem was the result of a five-minute work. it didnt really mean anything. i just wanted to get rid of that assignment as soon as possible cos...

Carol V. Davis - 3 Poems THE VIOLIN TEACHER COMES FOR A LESSON Buzz and slam of grated gate for flights down. His footsteps (I now recognize) on the stairs the final stamping to shed ice and debris. Pyramids of snow line the streets, pushed into formation by women in orange vests and shaggy wool leggings. The delicacy of their bound twigs no match for the brutality of a St. Petersburg winter. I open the first of double doors, pause before the second. I have been scolded for being too...

(забавная и интересная статья о трудностях перевода) HEAD: THE TRANSLATION WARS; How the race to translate Tolstoy and Dostoyevsky continues to spark feuds, end friendships, and create small fortunes. BY: DAVID REMNICK BODY: In the early seventies, two young playwrights, Christopher Durang and Albert Innaurato, collaborated on a satire about nineteenth-century Russian literature called "The Idiots Karamazov." In their liberal interpretation of Dostoyevsky, Father Zosima is a gay foot fetishist...

Originally published at Dark Territory . You can comment here or there . So, I was planning to do this awesome liveblogging thing, but THAT lasted about fifteen seconds.  Instead, I bring you my Greatest Hits of RT: Meeting the peeps Both fans and authors, I met more new people in four days than I met through all of high school.  Special shout outs go to Renee, everyone who came and talked to me at the bookfair, Todd and the rest of the Mark Henry Plague Carriers, Christina and Erika...