The mist rises up from the river Clinging to the mountains like a quilt Velvety greens and blacks held together by threads of white The valley is waking Soon the day will begin The mist will evaporate into the rays of the sun The streets will fill with cars and commotion But for […]
[contentblock id=1 img=gcb.png] Poems by Currer, Ellis, and Acton Bell was the first book ever printed of the Bronte sisters. Due to the prejudice to female writers at the time, they adopted male pen names. The names corresponded to the first letters of their names: Charlotte was Currer Bell, Anne Acton Bell, and Emily Ellis
Squalor and Hunger are not twin evils Poverty and filth do not cohabitate Your domicile is not always your home The government controls your life But does not care for your body Hunger breeds resistance Hunger makes a pacifist murder Hunger makes a mother steal Random words do not flow As easily when you
There is a night that calls my name. Deep in the woods The fog creeps through the trees. I hear the call of the ancient souls The wolf howl and the laughing crone. The foxfire trips over fae wings And whispers tales of old, The Sidhe and Tuatha De Danaan Dining on
