So, I am a poetess And I knowitess. April is National Poetry Month. Here is a link to poets.org, if you are interested, you can check that out. Rarely have I discussed my favorite poets. Some of that is because it has been very personal to me, and some of it is because if you … Continue reading April is National Poetry Month
These are the books that I read this year, though I am still reading from the Carson McCullers and the Delia Sherman book at random, I'm just about finished with them both. I'd previously read "Mornings in Mexico" and finished "Etruscan Places" over the summer. "Cheyenne Madonna" was what I was reading back in January, … Continue reading 2016 In Books
Eddie Chuculate's descriptive prose reads like the view of the most brilliant landscape painting, the words providing a stark portrait in contrasts in some areas while melding into the delicacy required of a watercolor brush in others, whether the scenery be that of an actual landscape, the rolling countryside of Oklahoma, or simply the interior … Continue reading Cheyenne Madonna, by Eddie Chuculate
(Spoilers throughout, though most of you know this story.) GATSBY. Gatsby? Gatsby. I've stayed away from the subject of Gatsby for some years because I simply couldn't deal with it. Gatsby made me infinitely angry at F. Scott Fitzgerald. A romantic at heart, (what I used to call a 'romantic realist') frequently perturbed at the … Continue reading Gatsby.
The title of this post should also include the words, "Masterful Story Telling." My review of Growing Up Dead in Texas, by Stephen Graham Jones. If there's anyway for me to review this book without relating to you how it spoke to me, well, I don't know what that way is. In that, to me, … Continue reading Loyalty, Love, Lies, and Growing Up Dead In Texas.