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Unhinged Healing - Raw Poetry For The Abused
The book that was never meant to be. In a moment of discontentment and boredom, I began to gather my poetry that was scattered across writing platforms, old journals, and forgotten documents on my Google Drive to bring some sort of organization to my writing portfolio. I realized I had a lot more poems than I thought I did. It was a joke at first. I said to my family, "Man. I didn't realize I had this many poems written. I could make a book of them." When my husband suggested actually making a poetry book to add to my portfolio with them, I almost automatically responded with: "Because I am no Poe or Emily Dickinson. No one wants to read my trash poems."
By Hope Martin3 days ago in BookClub
Heroic Failures Documented
Introduction My brother-in-law Peter, who we sadly lost to throat cancer introduced me to this book in the nineteen-eighties.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 4 days ago in BookClub
Reading Orlam
Introduction For my birthday I got the Polly Jean Harvey book "Orlam". I was a little confused about it at first, but now it has revealed itself to me and I am enjoying exploring the worlds and magical mythical creatures and people that are described here.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 5 days ago in BookClub
Quotes From Pride & Prejudice
Valentine's Day has come and gone, but that doesn't mean we can't still relish in some romantic notions, no? Here are some of my favourite quotes that I pulled after rereading Pride & Prejudice at the end of last year/the beginning of this year - most of which will not be romantic in any sense. The pages come from The Annotated Pride & Prejudice, edited and annotated by David M. Shapard (the book is very long due to all the notes, and therefore pages may not line up with a more regular edition of the book). I've broken up some of the quotes into little sections for ease of reading.
By The Austen Shelf10 days ago in BookClub
The First Job That Changed My Life. AI-Generated.
The rent was overdue, and I was avoiding my landlord. Every time I heard footsteps in the hallway outside our apartment, my body stiffened. I would stop breathing, as if even the sound of my lungs might betray me. Sometimes I pressed my ear against the door, listening, waiting, praying the footsteps would continue past our unit.
By Jenny 12 days ago in BookClub
The Month I Had No Job in New York. AI-Generated.
I lost my job on a Tuesday morning at exactly 10:14. I remember the time because I had just glanced at the corner of my screen before Michael appeared beside my desk.
By Jenny 12 days ago in BookClub
The Man I Avoided Became the Reason I Stayed in New York. AI-Generated.
For three weeks, I learned how to recognize my landlord’s footsteps. He walked slowly, with a slight drag in his right foot, as if he were always tired. His keys jingled before he reached the door, a faint metallic warning that traveled through the hallway. I could hear him from inside my apartment, even before he knocked.
By Jenny 12 days ago in BookClub
How Well Do You Live?
''Yes, I have a homeland. The French Language.'' - Albert Camus * Something very strange happened while I was reading this book. Usually, I have a few things on the run (too many books; too little time?), and this was added to a stack that often threatens to crush me in my sleep. I would skip from one to other, often disappointed, confused and enlightened...but rarely entertained (the cold and the darkness outside probably played a role, as did the constant running around from contract to contract). And I really don't care what any intellectual in any academic setting claims, you need to be entertained when you pick up a book.
By Kendall Defoe 15 days ago in BookClub
The Year My English Improved, I Became Quieter. AI-Generated.
The first time I realized my English had improved was on the subway. It was rush hour, the kind where bodies pressed together until no one could tell which arm belonged to whom. The train screeched to a stop between stations. A distorted announcement crackled through the speaker—fast, careless, impatient.
By Jenny 17 days ago in BookClub
I Am Not a Failure. I Was Simply Not Chosen. AI-Generated.
The first time I realized I had not been chosen, it was an ordinary afternoon. So ordinary that I didn’t understand its importance until much later.
By Jenny 17 days ago in BookClub
Roosevelt Park And Me
When I first arrived in New York, I didn’t know where my life would begin. It turned out to be Roosevelt Park. New York is often described as a city of ambition and spectacle, but my earliest memory of it is quieter. It is a narrow park running along Chrystie Street in Manhattan’s Chinatown. Trees stand where buildings pause. Benches line the path. People pass through without ceremony.
By Jenny 19 days ago in BookClub
Wheat stalks
Wheat stalks. We are very much like wheat stalks. Reflect on this with me. Hello everyone, how are you? I hope you are all well and in good health. Reflect with me on these wonderful words, which I wrote myself. We are like wheat. How are we like wheat?
By Ashrakat Elnagy21 days ago in BookClub