The day was a fine one, the sort of day where one hears birds chippering and twit-twitting about, the sort of day where one feels the easy breeziness of the spring season. Fair blue skies above and a gentle sun peeking curiously from behind tufts of fat white clouds begged for long walks and the…
Other Voices, Other Rooms – An Excerpt Through the Eyes of Idabel
This was my final assignment for an English class I had last year. It's an excerpt of Truman Capote's Other Voice, Other Rooms through the eyes of Idabel. The assignment was to rewrite a scene of thenovel through another character's point of view using details specific to that scene. I've been meaning to go back…
On Personal Writing
A bit of my old persona, the Angry Young Man, has seeped back into my consciousness. This time, it's about my writing. You see, I've reduced the volume of personal writing that I publish here. Byand large, it is due to the fact that I've come to hate just how self-absorbed and self-indulgent personal pieces…
Skeeter Davis – My Sweet Loving Man [Lyrics]
You don't have to be As strong as the mighty Atlas You don't have to hold The world in your hand All you have to do To make your baby love you Is just be yourself My sweet loving man You don't have to be As handsome as Elvis Presley You don't have to change…
Reflections on a hot day
"Do you think we'll get there by eleven?" I asked. "Yeah, if there's no traffic," he said hopefully. I liked him. Livery drivers mostly arrive in a Lincoln Town Car. Usually, it'sa glossy black. Sometimes, it's white (I think those are ugly). But today, I was riding in a nice SUV. They normally cost…
