This is a reblog of an interview with Nivati Purohit: Creator of an environmental company named Megamorph.
“Normal is an illusion. What is normal for the spider is chaos for the fly.” Remember mugging up quotes for Hindi essays in childhood, “Jahaan swachhta hoti hai, wahaan devi devta vaas krte hain.”? If not, you must have some very vague memories of this one ” Cleanliness is next to godliness.” And then NaMo …
Tonight, I share a flash fiction piece titled, No More Wars, and written for the Wordle 286 challenge to use the words given in your story or poem. I pray you will enjoy and share with your friends on social media. Susan…
My poem, Diabolical Lady is part of the Lost in Translation – Wordle 141 for this week. You can see the requirements/listed words at the bottom of my blog. I tried a new style of writing for this poem. The underlined words in the poem are the words required. And now, on to my poem, Diabolical Lady. Susan…
Where Is The America I Knew as a Child?
Where Is The America I Knew as a Child? I grew up learning about America’s inclusiveness. It was taught in every class and attitude of the teachers (which to me as a child in America was the “world” view of America). We were founded on immigrants that came to America to seek freedom and their dreams of fortune and education. Where Is The Inclusionism That Founded America? It is even engraved on the tablet beside the Statue of Liberty. The engraving was from a poem by Emma Lazarus.
Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.
“Keep ancient lands, your storied pomp!” cries she
With silent lips. “Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”