by The New Romanticist | Jun 3, 2017 | Poetry
When we two parted In silence and tears, Half broken-hearted To sever for years, Pale grew thy cheek and cold, Colder thy kiss; Truly that hour foretold Sorrow to this. The dew of the morning Sunk chill on my brow– It felt like the warning Of what I feel now....
by The New Romanticist | Jun 1, 2017 | Poetry
Philosopher Ayn Rand said that she wanted no eulogies at her funeral, but only asked that her favorite poem, “If” by Rudyard Kipling, be read. If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you; If you can trust yourself...
by Ron Pisaturo | Jun 1, 2017 | LITERATURE
The head of NASA convinces the President that space exploration should be done by private industry, and the United States government declares, “The first person to land on Mars, live there a year, and return alive owns the whole Red Planet.” Welcome to the greatest...
by Samuel Merwin and Henry Kitchell Webster | May 27, 2017 | LITERATURE
Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 | Chapter 12 | Chapter 13 | Chapter 14 | Chapter 15 | Chapter 16 | Chapter 17 XVII. The elevator was the place for the dinner, if only...
by Samuel Merwin and Henry Kitchell Webster | May 27, 2017 | LITERATURE
XVI. Bannon stood looking after her until she disappeared in the shadow of an arc lamp, and after that he continued a long time staring into the blot of darkness where the office was. At last the window became faintly luminous, as some one lighted the wall lamp; then,...
by Samuel Merwin and Henry Kitchell Webster | May 27, 2017 | LITERATURE
XV. Before December was half gone—and while the mild autumn weather serenely held, in spite of weather predictions and of storm signs about the sun and days of blue haze and motionless trees—the newspaper-reading public knew all the outside facts about the fight in...
