The sun is warm, the sky is clear,          The waves are dancing fast and bright,       Blue isles and snowy mountains wear       The purple noon's transparent might,          The breath of the moist earth is light,       Around its unexpanded buds;          Like many a voice of one delight,       The winds, the birds, the ocean floods, The City's voice itself, is soft like Solitude's.          I see the Deep's untrampled floor          With green and purple seaweeds strown;

“On the Death of Anne Bronte” by Charlotte Bronte (Victorian) There's little joy in life for me,       And little terror in the grave; I...

Born Again The bunker smelled of stale air and old metal, like rusting time itself. I sat on the floor, legs crossed, my hands shaking as...

George F. Kennan criticized the tendency of the American government to interfere in foreign affairs based on moral judgement, a policy...

When I am lying down in my room, getting ready for a new day,  doing almost anything , I worry. I can’t help but start to think about all...

A quick writing I did a few months back about my mom and I!

The Greek poets Hesiod and Ovid wrote myths that typically revolved around the valorous acts of a hero who possessed a great deal of...

World War I devastated Europe, leading to the deaths of millions of soldiers and civilians, the destruction of cities, towns, and the...