Author Archives

Writer, mother, lover of coffee and all things chocolate, world traveling adventurer, and believer in perfect love. Hoping to create beauty to leave behind when I am gone.

  • Prufrock’s Love Song

    When the word modern is uttered, the initials T.S. come to mind. When the word poetry is mentioned, the name Eliot follows. T.S. Eliot, in a word, exemplifies what modern poetry is all about. Eliot began one of his greatest… Read More ›

  • Sylvia Plath: The Death of Daddy

    In the late fifties, a new form of poetry was taking shape. These poems were of a personal nature, and the more personal, the better. This unrestrained, autobiographical poetry was coined “confessional” by M.L. Rosenthal in 1959 (Bawer 7). Sylvia… Read More ›

  • In the Waiting Room

    “In the Waiting Room” is a poem written by a girl reflecting on a past experience of waiting in the reception room of a dentist’s office, looking at a 1918 issue of National Geographic (noted for its articles on anthropology, nature, and… Read More ›

  • When I’m Fifty

    Fifty. I will be 50 in 11 years. When I am 50… My children will be 24, 22, and 17. I will have lived in my little red house for 26 years. It will have been 31 years since I met the… Read More ›

  • Ghost

    There are different corridors in my mind, winding round, over, under, near and far, There are different corridors in my mind, winding round, over, under, near and far, steps leading to steps that abruptly fall away to nothing. It’s something… Read More ›

  • Carry

    Carry. I was carried once on my Father’s shoulders. He was a tall man, a handsome man, and a giant in my eyes before I learned better. I only remember it ever having occurred, my riding high on his shoulders… Read More ›

  • Innocence Lost

    Lost innocence does not occur all at once like an epiphany illuminated by a brilliant bolt of lightning. Instead, it is a gradual thing, like peeling layers of wallpaper away from a wall, one layer at a time. As we… Read More ›

  • Diving Beneath the Surface

    I have dived beneath the surface, holding my breath until my chest became an unquenchable fire, straining my eyes, willing them to remain open despite the pressure, despite the unfamiliar. I have dived beneath the surface of love to see… Read More ›

  • Watt and Nietzsche: Meaning Versus Truth

    The most intriguing and dangerous characteristic of postmodernism explored, precisely and to an uncanny degree in Watt, is the idea that truth is not objective as previously believed but subjective. This idea of subjectivity regarding truth, which plays out through the… Read More ›

  • Watt’s Garden

    Samuel Beckett’s novel, Watt, is a perfect example of postmodernist literature. From the unreliable narrator (an inmate at an insane asylum certainly qualifies) to the temporal shifts (the story’s beginning does not appear in chapter one), Beckett takes the reader on… Read More ›