I realize that Sylvia is pretty dark. Well in most cases she’s just down right depressing, but I can’t help but love her. I have since day one.
Cinderella
The prince leans to the girl in scarlet heels,
Her green eyes slant, hair flaring in a fan
Of silver as the rondo slows; now reels
Begin on tilted violins [...]
November 5, 2008
Poetry November: Sylvia Plath
November 5, 2008
Houston…
Highways are such a nerve-racking place. The highway system in general is just really scary to me. Think about it. Is it not just a cesspool of danger and accidents? I never felt this way until yesterday, when I had to drive downtown for a work related errand. Traffic was awful, and it seemed as [...]