Eric Maisel
Grab an umbrella.
ADVENTure #3
Christmas ornaments do a fine job at dressing up the ol' pine.
My heart's true home is on Venus. I want to fly away free. I will live in a sparrow's nest and call the raven my brother, the sky my sister, the wind my home. The jackdaw knows my real name and all the crickets are singing.
My true home is the moment before a thunderstorm breaks over the plains, air electric and green with an eldritch light. Dusk draws out long and long in the north in the summertime.
Listen — mama is calling me in before it gets too dark, her voice the first voice I ever heard. She was my first home, but I drifted away. Absinthe sends me sailing on an indigo midnight voyage in a fragile origami boat. I am rocked to sleep by moonlight and the sweet tender whispers of young girls.
Angela Blaha
We tend to look at what fills the canvas — the strokes of color, the images that emerge, the story the artist places before us. But just as powerful, and often overlooked, is what is not there. Negative space — the unpainted, the empty, the in-between — isn't absence at all. It is presence in disguise.
Molly Anderson
The original nine Athenian muses were the nine sister Goddesses of Imagination, Inspiration, and The Arts in ancient Greek mythology. Many cultures have celebrated, worshiped, and tried to entice the Muses: Calliope · Clio · Erato · Euterpe · Melpomene · Polymnia · Terpsichore · Thalia · Urania
Nancy Slonim Aronie
Write in a way that moves, connects, and resonates.
Perfect Personal Essay
If you don't show me your broken heart, then I can't find myself in your story.
