after the door was open they had lived ajar and happy, the fresh air stayed fresh for a bit, but the house got stagnant after the inhabitants were found out to be people instead of eternal mysteries, and its not as fun when everything’s definite; there should have been a mirror in the foyer, that… Read More Demystify

After the Winter – Claude McKay, 1889 – 1948

Some day, when trees have shed their leaves And against the morning’s white The shivering birds beneath the eaves Have sheltered for the night, We’ll turn our faces southward, love, Toward the summer isle Where bamboos spire to shafted grove And wide-mouthed orchids smile. And we will seek the quiet hill Where towers the cotton… Read More After the Winter – Claude McKay, 1889 – 1948