No Poem Is the Only Poem. No Story Is the Only Story.
Her grace, deportment, and posture were the sensation of Vivan Rutenbeck High School. At the twelfth grade talent show she walked back and forth across the stage three times balancing all seven volumes of “Remembrance of Things Past” on her head.
I get so focused when coding that I forget everything. The world falls away, and there’s nothing between me and lines of logic.
That kind of focus is dangerous. You don’t see what’s coming at you, and before you know it, you’re in a situation you didn’t want to be in with no way out.
“Let me tell you something I tell my history students. Maybe you’re old enough to get it. The difference between an extremist and a revolutionary is that the latter has popular support.
You will know that The Invisible Man (2020) is a great horror film once you mumble to yourself, halfway through, something along the lines of ‘I didn’t see this coming’.
I trailed closely behind my grandmother as she strode confidently through the crowded lanes, trying desperately not to lose sight of her bright orange sari. She was heading to the jewellery store, and I knew that I was in for a boring afternoon. The gold necklaces and earrings which fascinated her to no end somehow only made my eyes glaze over.
Greenwood by Canadian writer Michael Christie speaks and sings with a clear voice that never fails its author.