There’s a Picture of Jesus in My Junk Drawer

There’s a picture of Jesus in my junk drawer. It’s actually Nanny’s picture of Jesus but Nanny’s been dead for fifteen years now. I inherited it along with her red pocket thesaurus and blue poodle made of pipe cleaners that stood in her china cabinet throughout the entirety of my childhood. It’s a white Jesus, … Continue reading There’s a Picture of Jesus in My Junk Drawer

From Deconstruction to Marxism: Analyzing A Good Man is Hard to Find

Why literary theory? Flannery O’Connor sums it up best in her short story, A Good Man is Hard to Find, when she writes, “It’s some that can live their whole life out without asking about it and it’s others has to know why it is, and this boy is one of the latter's” (42). The … Continue reading From Deconstruction to Marxism: Analyzing A Good Man is Hard to Find

Texting and the Decline of Language (Or Is It?)

John McWhorter gives an interesting and engaging Ted Talk about texting and how many bemoan the way in which texting is dumbing us down. Well, not me. I don't text. https://www.ted.com/talks/john_mcwhorter_txtng_is_killing_language_jk?language=en Although, now that I am following those butterflies (my super cute phrase for dating), I have started texting. However, I am a one-fingered texter … Continue reading Texting and the Decline of Language (Or Is It?)

The Fractured Form of Eliot’s Ellipsis

“Make it new!” That was the rallying cry of Ezra Pound harkened to by young artists of the early twentieth century. This period would later be coined “modern” due to the rapid advancement in industry, technology, science, and women’s liberation among other things. Western civilization was pulsating with electricity. Life of the modern man was … Continue reading The Fractured Form of Eliot’s Ellipsis

Window

Window. Window pane. Window glass. Window to the outside for my child’s eyes belonging to my little child’s body whose bottom is firmly planted on the hard, metal chair. Forever planted among lectures on the ABC’s of languid language that has been far surpassed by my fresh imagination feeding off The Dark Crystal, The Never Ending … Continue reading Window

The Purple Beast

A purple beast came from the East and didn't care a bit for what he found all around the West seemed quite unfit to lead the world with morals furled its hilltop light unlit so the beast did pray and went on his way in search of the Spirit.