A Clean, Well-Lighted Place

Welcome back you busy readers and writers!!!

I have finally honed in on a good Thursday night blog. It’s almost the weekend. But, not too far from the energy we have during the week! I figured I would high light some of my favorite short stories because as we know sometimes it is hard to read a long novel when school and work have us running in all directions.

Today is a short post from one of Ernest Hemingway’s short stories. I find Hemingway to be quite the catch and I imagine his personality to be just as spunky as his writing. He builds multi-dimensional characters with such grace.

An excerpt from the story:

“It was late and every one had left the cafe except an old man who sat in the shadow the leaves of the tree made against the electric light. In the day time the street was dusty, but at night the dew settled the dust and the old man like to sit late because he was deaf and now at night it was quiet and he felt the difference. The two waiters inside the cafe knew that the old man was a little drunk, and while he was a good client they knew that if he became too drunk he would leave without paying, so they kept watch on him.

‘Last week he tried to commit suicide,’ one waiter said.


This is all I am going to give you from the story because I want you all to go and read yourselves. I advise that you read it three times through because the more I read it the more my perspective changes on the matter of the old man. Is this all in his head? Is time blurred and the two waiters and old man all one character? Is this all in the old man’s head??

Have a good weekend… come back next week with your thoughts!!! Post below. Cheers!



Unspoken words

Hello again! Welcome back to another week of Poetry Wednesday! Today I will be sharing a poem that I read in class earlier this week. When I first read this I thought it was just two lovers cheating on each other. But as I dug Continue reading Unspoken words

Sitting in the Catbird Seat on a Thursday Afternoon

Hello fellow blogging enthusiasts!!

I was struggling to muster the courage to post something meaningful to me today… my lack of sleep is catching up with me.

However, FEAR NOT!!! I was looking through my small but respectable library at home (I know crazy! A physical library. Who would of thought they still existed). Anyhow… I have a book that contains vintage short stories that I go to when I need a quick read due to my busy schedule.

One short story that I have read many times before and will continue to read in the future is James Thurber’s The Catbird Seat. I am going to give you readers an excerpt from this short story and then suggest you all look into it. It leaves readers on the seat with the ambiguous finish.

What was Mr. Martin’s master plan all along. I hope you all enjoy it and are able to discuss!!

“He had never drunk anything stronger in his life–unless you could count ginger ale…It was eighteen minutes after nine when Mr. Martin turned into Twelfth Street. A man passed him, and a man and a woman talking. There was no one within fifty paces when he came to the house, halfway down the block. He was up the steps and in the small vestibule in no time, pressing the bell under the card that said ‘Mrs. Ulgine Barrows.’ When the clicking in the lock started, he umped forward against the door. He got inside fast, closing the door behind him. A bulb in a lantern hung from the hall ceiling on a chain seemed to give a monstrously bright light. There was nobody on the stair, which went up ahead of him along the left wall. A door opened down the hall in the wall on the right. He went toward it swiftly, on tiptoe…She turned and gave him her amused look. Mr. Martin pulled himself together. ‘Scotch-and-soda will be all right,’ he heard himself say. He could hear her laughing in the kitchen. Mr. Martin looked quickly around the living room for the weapon….”


Post-Modernism, High Fantasy, & the end of Heteronormaty

Good evening fellow bloggers!! I am going to be focusing on the post modern era and an excerpt from some of my writing today. As technology advances, I notice movies becoming less popular than TV shows. It is almost as though movies don’t quench the thirst of today’s society.

Not only is TV becoming more popular but we see Hollywood becoming less white and hetero-normative dominated. More and more minorities are FINALLY being given the spot light. One of these post-modern shows that specifically caught my eye is The Magicians.

My excerpt:

The basis of the show is a modern day earth with magic from another world. Throughout the show the protagonists travel from earth through other worlds by magic. By using realistic characters whose only problems, at the start of the series, are the stress of getting into their choice of graduate school, viewers get a sense of the magic realism. We connect with the characters instantly because of how similar their world is until—the laws of physics start to become blurred. Not only is the magic realism clear, but there is a group of protagonists that band together as the series progresses. Having more than one protagonist allows viewers to have options for who they want to connect with. This variation of connections allows us to take different messages away from the show resulting in a bigger audience. We also see that the protagonists break away from the typical hetero-normative story-line. We are refreshed with characters that have a blurred sexuality which fits in with pop culture. Society is starting to accept different sexualities into the public light. Thus, we see this acceptance spill over into the entertainment industry. I think it’s important and beneficial that the Post Modern era is pushing to fix what modernism was unsuccessful in doing.”

If you haven’t seen it, I suggest checking it out. The first season is on Netflix.


Poetry Wednesday’s

Hello readers of World Of Actions & Reactions! Welcome back to another Poetry Wednesday! Today I will be sharing a free-write that I did recently. I wrote this free-write because during my shift at work I was hearing a group of students singing and rapping to person that created his own beats. Their topics were just vulgar and dissatisfying to the ear. All they talked about was making love to women in inappropriate ways, making money, and making fun of others who aren’t “like Continue reading Poetry Wednesday’s

All the Light We Cannot See

Welcome back to Thirsty Thursday!! Being an English major, I try to read as much as I can. There is so much knowledge in literature and always something to be learned. With that said, I just completed The Alchemist and now I am reading All the Light We Cannot See. For those unaware of what All the Light We Cannot See is about, I will give a short introduction.

The Story focuses around a blind girl–Marie-Laure Leblanc–and an orphan boy–Werner Pfennig. Leblanc has a replica of Paris to help her really see the city due to her inability to use her actual eyes. Her father innovates and shows her how to see with her hands instead. He also teaches her to be independent and to rise above sticky situations. Specifically being that her and her father must flee Paris when the Nazi begin to occupy it. They head for her uncles house in the walled citadel of Saint-Malo. This is where the story begins.

As I get more and more connected with Leblanc, I am finding that I can sometimes forget that a world exists outside of my own world. I also find that instead of kicking rocks there is something to be said about innovation in life.

Back to the story… Werner. An orphan boy later turned Nazi as a result of his expertise in creating and repairing apparatuses. With little to no knowledge of the outside world this orphan boy just goes with the flow that is the Nazi. However, as the story treads on we find that Werner starts to think more and more for himself. He also starts to question what he is doing and what the Nazi’s are doing to others….

Eventually Werner’s and Leblanc’s stories will intersect.

Reading further and further into the book, I start to treasure my life and the people in it more and more. In addition to my new found love for my surroundings, I also am reminding myself daily about how important it is to be kind. Just be kind. Even more now than ever.