With a new year on the horizon, Megan Willome is off for a fresh clean start and a little exploring. By sled, of course.
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“Charlotte’s Web” a medieval novel? Join author Megan Willome as she gives a different perespective on the classic story.
Nothing is lost in translation in Maria Dahvana Headley’s contemporary rendering of “Beowulf” — backward, in high heels.
How does a poet gain perspective? Megan Willome takes a bike ride—in Canada. Share your August reads, fellow poets!
Parenting is hard—sure—but writing believable parents is hard too. Megan Willome writes letters to three sets of fictional parents.
Sometimes the best place to develop character is in an in between space—be it the multiverse or the bardo. Come rediscover President Lincoln.
The tale of “Tess of the D’Urbervilles” is a tale as old as time. That’s why we still need its perspective.
Madness is the coin that opens our hearts to story. Join us as we consider the madness and sanity of Cervantes’ Don Quixote.
Truth, beauty, and science co-exist in magical ways in Tony M. Marzluff’s “In the Company of Crows and Ravens.”
It’s one thing when a narrator keeps secrets. It’s another when an author keeps them. Join us for “The Remains of the Day.”
Like a poet, Agatha Christie doesn’t waste a single detail. Join us as we read “Death on the Nile” through the theme of Perspective.
This year we are reading generously through the theme of Perspective. Grab your perspective glass and join us.
Callie Feyen reflects on Frankenstein, Auggie and Me, and the generosity of perspective in understanding another and being human together.
< Return to Emily Dickinson Poems XIX. By the Sea BY THE SEA. I started early, took my dog, And visited the sea; The mermaids in the basement Came out to look at me, And frigates in the upper floor Extended hempen hands, Presuming me to be a mouse Aground, upon the sands. But no […]
< Return to Emily Dickinson Poems XVIII. Two Butterflies Went Out At Noon TWO VOYAGERS. Two butterflies went out at noon And waltzed above a stream, Then stepped straight through the firmament And rested on a beam; And then together bore away Upon a shining sea, — Though never yet, in any port, Their coming […]
< Return to Emily Dickinson Poems XVII. Who Robbed the Woods Who robbed the woods, The trusting woods? The unsuspecting trees Brought out their burrs and mosses His fantasy to please. He scanned their trinkets, curious, He grasped, he bore away. What will the solemn hemlock, What will the fir-tree say? -Emily Dickinson Enjoy Artistic […]
< Return to Emily Dickinson Poems XVI. The Skies Can’t Keep Their Secret SECRETS. The skies can’t keep their secret! They tell it to the hills — The hills just tell the orchards — And they the daffodils! A bird, by chance, that goes that way Soft overheard the whole. If I should bribe the […]
< Return to Emily Dickinson Poems XV. A Route of Evanescence THE HUMMING-BIRD. A route of evanescence With a revolving wheel; A resonance of emerald, A rush of cochineal; And every blossom on the bush Adjusts its tumbled head, — The mail from Tunis, probably, An easy morning’s ride. -Emily Dickinson Enjoy Artistic Representations of […]
< Return to Emily Dickinson Poems XIV. I Dreaded That First Robin So IN SHADOW. I dreaded that first robin so, But he is mastered now, And I ‘m accustomed to him grown, — He hurts a little, though. I thought if I could only live Till that first shout got by, Not all pianos […]
< Return to Emily Dickinson Poems XIII. The Oriole THE ORIOLE. One of the ones that Midas touched, Who failed to touch us all, Was that confiding prodigal, The blissful oriole. So drunk, he disavows it With badinage divine; So dazzling, we mistake him For an alighting mine. A pleader, a dissembler, An epicure, a […]