Revisiting a long-ago read collection of Patricia Hampl stories leads Callie Feyen down a path of mystery and wonder and memory.
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Poets and Poems: Susan Richardson and “Things My Mother Left Behind”
In “Things My Mother Left Behind,” poet Susan Richardson tells the story of her loss of sight and progression to darkness.
5-Minute Refresh: Proof of Thought
Give your soul a 5-minute refresh with this invitation to breathe deeply and meditate on a life-giving line of poetry.
Forgotten Classics: “The Tell-Tale Heart” by Julian Symons
“The Tell-Tale Heart” by Julian Symons, first published 42 years ago, remains the best biography of Edgar Allan Poe.
Poetry Prompt: Consider the Pumpkin Vine
What happens when you take sadness and joy on a walk through a pumpkin patch? Callie Feyen leads a poetry prompt using a poem by Uncle Mose.
Fiction Prompt: Chapter 1, Apple Fritter Bread
Fall means fiction! Join us as author Callie Feyen unfolds a new story, chapter by chapter. Bonus: an apple fritter recipe.
Poet Laura: To the Moon, Poetry!
Should the Poet Laura leave poems about Chicago or New York on the moon? Let the pizza decide.
Winter Stars Book Club: Comedy – “Auras in Suburbia”
In the final discussion of Sonia Barkat’s collection of 10-minute plays, Callie Feyen laughs along with swooshing trench coats and seafood hedges in the comedy “Auras in Suburbia.”
By Heart: ‘To Autumn’ + New Walter de la Mare Challenge
Autumn’s signs may be subtle, but they are there. Join Megan Willome as she learns the end of John Keats’ poem ‘To Autumn’ by heart.
Taking a Scottish Road Trip with Jorge Luis Borges
What was supposed to be an “author-sitting” stint turned into a Scotland road trip for a young grad student and Jorge Luis Borges.
Shakespeare Sonnet CLIV (154): The little Love-god lying once asleep
< Return to all 154 William Shakespeare Sonnets Sonnet CLIV (154) The little Love-god lying once asleep Laid by his side his heart-inflaming brand, Whilst many nymphs that vow’d chaste life to keep Came tripping by; but in her maiden hand The fairest votary took up that fire Which many legions of true hearts had […]
Shakespeare Sonnet CXXVIII (128): How oft, when thou, my music, music play’st
< Return to all 154 William Shakespeare Sonnets Sonnet CXXVIII (128) How oft, when thou, my music, music play’st, Upon that blessed wood whose motion sounds With thy sweet fingers, when thou gently sway’st The wiry concord that mine ear confounds, Do I envy those jacks that nimble leap To kiss the tender inward of […]
Shakespeare Sonnet CXXVII (127): In the old age black was not counted fair
< Return to all 154 William Shakespeare Sonnets Sonnet CXXVII (127) In the old age black was not counted fair, Or if it were, it bore not beauty’s name; But now is black beauty’s successive heir, And beauty slander’d with a bastard shame: For since each hand hath put on nature’s power, Fairing the foul […]
Shakespeare Sonnet CXI (111): O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide
< Return to all 154 William Shakespeare Sonnets Sonnet CXI (111) O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide, The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds, That did not better for my life provide Than public means which public manners breeds. Thence comes it that my name receives a brand, And almost thence my […]
Shakespeare Sonnet CVI (106): When in the chronicle of wasted time
< Return to all 154 William Shakespeare Sonnets Sonnet CVI (106) When in the chronicle of wasted time I see descriptions of the fairest wights, And beauty making beautiful old rhyme In praise of ladies dead and lovely knights, Then, in the blazon of sweet beauty’s best, Of hand, of foot, of lip, of eye, […]
Shakespeare Sonnet CIV (104): To me, fair friend, you never can be old
< Return to all 154 William Shakespeare Sonnets Sonnet CIV (104) To me, fair friend, you never can be old, For as you were when first your eye I eyed, Such seems your beauty still. Three winters cold Have from the forests shook three summers’ pride, Three beauteous springs to yellow autumn turn’d In process […]
Shakespeare Sonnet CII (102): My love is strengthen’d, though more weak in seeming
< Return to all 154 William Shakespeare Sonnets Sonnet CII (102) My love is strengthen’d, though more weak in seeming; I love not less, though less the show appear: That love is merchandized whose rich esteeming The owner’s tongue doth publish every where. Our love was new and then but in the spring When I […]
Shakespeare Sonnet XCIX (99): The forward violet thus did I chide
< Return to William Shakespeare Poems Sonnet XCIX (99) The forward violet thus did I chide: Sweet thief, whence didst thou steal thy sweet that smells, If not from my love’s breath? The purple pride Which on thy soft cheek for complexion dwells In my love’s veins thou hast too grossly dyed. The lily I […]
Shakespeare Sonnet LXXI (71): No longer mourn for me when I am dead
< Return to all 154 William Shakespeare Sonnets Sonnet LXXI (71) No longer mourn for me when I am dead Then you shall hear the surly sullen bell Give warning to the world that I am fled From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell: Nay, if you read this line, remember not The […]
Shakespeare Sonnet LXV (65): Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea
< Return to all 154 William Shakespeare Sonnets Sonnet LXV (65) Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea, But sad mortality o’er-sways their power, How with this rage shall beauty hold a plea, Whose action is no stronger than a flower? O, how shall summer’s honey breath hold out Against the wreckful siege […]