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Part Two at storywrite
The stone stairs leading up to the entrance of the public library in Portland look nothing like the steps to the Met in New York. Nonetheless, Portland has retained an insoucia
Retrospective [Part I] at storywrite
We take I-5 heading north, intersecting the dilapidated houses, the car corkscrewing past the drunks who amble away into the night. When he steps outside, he walks on water, ra
A Very Long Essay (Only Click to Comment) at storywrite
From my vantage point at the summer camp dance, the Los Angeles smog tended to paint the sky bizarre colors as the sun set. On that Friday night at dusk, the sky gleamed a rich

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on The Three Voices by Robert W Service, on June 3, 2004
Wow... this is really beautiful.

I've written a lot about the beach and this poem perfectly encapsulates al ot of my feelings that I can't quite articulate: the crash and boom of the waves, the seeming powerlessness of oneself when surrounded by that much nature, and the mystical character of the sand and the sky when the tide is coming in.

Sam
on )when what hugs stopping earth than silent is by e e cummings, on May 18, 2004
This is so beautiful. I love all of e. e. cummings' poetry, he has such an amazing way with words. I love the line "tear jumping from each most least eye of star" and I also love the word "oceaning," how he turns such an ordinary noun into a verb. The last line is also really beautiful - "only one snowflake(and we speak our names" just sounds so poetic, and I love his use of parentheses in this by sort of bookending it. Amazing!
on I Feel As Lit By Fire by Michelangelo Buonarroti, on May 18, 2004
I especially like the last line, it heats the world and yet itself's not warm. This is so true; the sun is very removed from our everyday life but at the same time it warms the entire planet. Nice.