Writing is easy. Just sit down and open a vein.
Yet leave me not; yet, if thou wilt, be free; love me no more, but love my love of thee.
Body and spirit are twins: God only knows which is which.
Today will die tomorrow.
I remember the way we parted, The day and the way we met; You hoped we were both broken-hearted And knew we should both forget.
I am tired of tears and laughter, And men that laugh and weep Of what may come hereafter For men that sow to reap: I am weary of days and hours, Blown buds of barren flowers, Desires and dreams and powers And everything but sleep.
For winter's rains and ruins are over, And all the season of snows and sins; The days dividing lover and lover, The light that loses, the night that wins; And time remembered isgrief forgotten, And frosts are slain and flowers begotten, And in green underwood and cover Blossom by blossom the spring begins.
Life is hard for insects. And don't think mice are having any fun either.
Dylan Nice's Other Kinds is the most extraordinary short-story-col lection debut I have read in years. It is a book to be memorized.
Corporate globalists and the corporate empires they serve may be at the cutting edge of technological innovation, but socially and environmentally they are relics of a bygone era of imperial colonial rule, elite privilege, and state-sanctioned plunder.
Got to be who you are in this world, no matter what.