(3)NOT IN MY BACK YARD.The New Yorkerreports local angst about“The Plan to Make Michigan the Next Space State”
Just found this story and it's not bad. I liked it a lot more in the earlier chapters, cause the later chapters especially the last two have been very angst and edge heavy and that's not my jam at all. Like seriouslly the mc feels more and more like some kind of self hating maso...
And suddenly it occurs to the reader, this is the 21st century, old walls are crumbling around communities and new walls are forming around the individual. Mujila is right: This paradigm shift offers new possibilities – and problems, especially for the artificial nation-states of Africa. Who ...
Why all the angst from some posters? Log in to Reply James Noori on September 27, 2017 at 1:00 pm Thank you Alan for this comment. I would say that you are thinking correctly. This device is supported by that tool but not yet added to the list. It hopefully be, before you need...
From that poem on, the reader feasts on tender verses that plumb Eze’s angst, pain and longing for a certain peace away from the war of the past – and today’s drumbeats for war. The poem, The art of loving what is not perfect brings Eze’s mother to the reader’s consciousness...
From that first stanza, Eze, the war survivor returns to his mother’s hearth. From that poem on, the reader feasts on tender verses that plumb Eze’s angst, pain and longing for a certain peace away from the war of the past – and today’s drumbeats for war. The poem,The art of...
From that poem on, the reader feasts on tender verses that plumb Eze’s angst, pain and longing for a certain peace away from the war of the past – and today’s drumbeats for war. The poem, The art of loving what is not perfect brings Eze’s mother to the reader’s consciousness...
From that poem on, the reader feasts on tender verses that plumb Eze’s angst, pain and longing for a certain peace away from the war of the past – and today’s drumbeats for war. The poem, The art of loving what is not perfect brings Eze’s mother to the reader’s consciousness...