Psychology Today heralds the gut as something that must be trusted for three reasons: 1) Your intuition is shaped by your past experiences, and your existing knowledge which you gained from them; 2) Your intuition is encoded in your brain like “a web of fact and feeling”; 3) Your intuition connects you with all theContinue reading ““There is a relation between the hours of life and the centuries of time.””
Author Archives: Margery Hannah
“A writer writes, aways.” (Larry Donner, Throw Mama from the Train)
The musings of Margery Hannah on an array of subject matter through a literary lens. Every snowflake has a story.
On the MFA – Creative Writer, I See
In short, an MFA in Creative Writing & Literature is not recommended. It’s nice networking— many of your instructors will have taught some of the greats and will in fact be some of the greats, but like all creative spaces there is a fantastic degree of subjectiveness to which the weak hinge their self-worth. AContinue reading “On the MFA – Creative Writer, I See”
By Interior Design – A Classic Russian Read in the Time of Corona
Iván Ilych wasn’t so bad. He beat neither his wife nor children. Every day he worked, and provided a home for his family while fairly prioritizing his children’s education. So he didn’t like to be home. How was he to cope with a nag? He lived beyond his means, too, but so does the averageContinue reading “By Interior Design – A Classic Russian Read in the Time of Corona”
For the Writers – Little Matters
And so it’s stated in the first page of Richard Hugo’s The Triggering Town: Lectures and Essays on Poetry and Writing, the most important arguments are within. Great; in this I’m well versed. It’s been the substance of procrastination for many a day and it’s the general recipe of chaos versus control. Aren’t poets known for requiring long walks in the park to watch squirrels?
The best of Harlem, day and night
“Home sweet home” is more than a phrase mumbled by the oft traveler, or announced by the long laborer, or sang by the prodigal upon passing though the threshold of–irreverent of humble or grand–abode; it is a return to the crawl in need of one’s soul, a womb-like sanctuary sheltering us–in happy homes–from the world.