The Maharajah’s Daughter (poem)
I feel like an aged, forsaken spinster,
Foolishly guarding the relics of lovers past . . . Continue reading The Maharajah’s Daughter (poem)
I feel like an aged, forsaken spinster,
Foolishly guarding the relics of lovers past . . . Continue reading The Maharajah’s Daughter (poem)
Poet Maeve opens up to Fricoh Mac about what women need. Fricoh is somewhat overcome. Continue reading Chronicles of Cruiscin Lan: Men Are Bad (comic)
When things and people start looking empty and menacing, it’s a sign your heart is closing off, probably out of some mistaken fear. Don’t worry— you can reverse the downhill slide just by looking for love. Look for love in trees that dare to thrive in concrete, in architecture that’s beautiful in spite of the ugliness around it, in loving couples, in mothers who stay calm when their babies cry. There’s something else, and this one’s harder. Admit that for everything and everyone that you love deeply, you harbour a small amount of hatred. Be ruthless with yourself about this. … Continue reading When Everything Starts Going Ugly
It would be of great service to our quest for plurality and tolerance if we could acknowledge in fear and trembling that each one of us is vulnerable to bad faith and that if God loves us at all he loves us in spite of it. ~Wanda Waterman~ Continue reading