Dickinson’s “The Mushroom is the Elf of Plants”: Subverting Social Expectations

Mushrooms play a vital role in the ecosystem as decomposers; in their absence, the nutrient cycle and the food chain would fall apart. Despite their great importance, their negative reputation doesn’t follow suit. Similarly, Emily Dickinson often incorporates the fact that Nature can be deceiving by revealing contrasting features to note the duality of (human)Continue reading “Dickinson’s “The Mushroom is the Elf of Plants”: Subverting Social Expectations”

The Dichotomy of Political Ideologies in “The Handmade’s Tale”: An Argument for the Validity of Centrism

Since the formation of the political spectrum, liberalism and conservatism have existed on opposite ends. Where liberalism places emphasis on equality over the law as well as social freedom, conservatism places value on tradition and maintenance of societal status quos. At their core, however, the two political beliefs hold many common tenets. For example, bothContinue reading “The Dichotomy of Political Ideologies in “The Handmade’s Tale”: An Argument for the Validity of Centrism”

…All Day Long You Will Have Good Luck

Even the summers were undeniably hot at night, but eerily cold. Not like the cold that meant we had to wear jackets, but the cold that put enough weight on the environment that it could drive one to suspicion. The abandoned alleyway reeked of moldy lunches and urine. The lights were strung low and flickered.Continue reading “…All Day Long You Will Have Good Luck”

Reaper’s Vocabulary

Alzheimer’s: they forget how to move, walk, eat. ALF: assisted living facility. Rehab rehabilitation to postpone inevitability. PT: physical therapy. Hospice: where they go to “peacefully” die. The wake: a gathering held before a funeral. Apparently, you’re supposed to wear fancier clothes at this event. The viewing: where you’re expected to go, walk up. SpeakContinue reading “Reaper’s Vocabulary”

Scenic views of life and death inspire me to say yes

Sticking my teeth together With gum. I can’t smell the lavender on My tongue, Only the mist of Japanese Cherry blossoms on my skin. Oh Dionysus! I’ve come to swim in Your pools of wine I’m off to find this passion of mine. I’ll cry tears of gold joy When sparks fall as my feetContinue reading “Scenic views of life and death inspire me to say yes”