Tuesday, April 22, 2008

COMMENTARY

Sometimes I think an idea for a story has to be something spectacular. As I get older I had discovered that one small word can germinate into a poem, short story or even a novel. For example the word 'urges' germinated into a poem that I wrote. Park scenes have led me to write some stories about love, redemption and serenity.
There are ideas all around us if we slow down and 'smell the roses'. I wrote some prose describing a rainy day. Another time, a woman on my job led me to write a story called 'Eve'. I think that this is the best story I have ever written because I completed it in one setting. Cold days make me think of fireplaces and drinking hot chocolate. See what I'm driving at.
Write on a piece of paper a word, phrase, or describe a person or place and see if you don't come up with some ideas. I love castles and now I am creating characters and settings for a mystery/horror story. When you get some ideas and do some research you will be amazed at what you can create. Happy writing!

Monday, April 21, 2008

Quote

Beware lest you lose the substance by grasping at the shadow.

-Aesop, 550 B.C.

Sunday, April 20, 2008

A NEW LOOK


I have given the blog a new look. 'Mocha Literary Lounge' is now 'The Literary Lounge'. I decided upon green as a background not because of the upcoming earth week activities but because spring is here and summer is on the way. My love of green tea is also a factor. I hope that you like the new look. I do hope to post much more often than I do presently.


Saturday, April 19, 2008

Poem

GOD MADE TEACHERS

God understood our thirst for knowledge,
and our need to be led by someone wiser;
He needed a heart of compassion,
of encouragement, and patience;
Someone who would accept the challenge
regardless of the opposition;
Someone who could see potential
and believe in the best in others...
So He made Teachers.

-Author Unknown

Sunday, April 13, 2008

POEM

THE POET

He sang of life, serenely sweet,
With, now and then, a deeper note.
From some high peak, nigh yet remote,
He voiced the world's absorbing beat.

He sang of love when earth was young.
And Love, itself, was in its lays.
But ah, the world, it turned to praise
A jingle in a broken tongue.

-Paul Laurence Dunbar (1872-1906)

Monday, April 07, 2008

Pauline Elizabeth Hopkins (1859-1930)

Pauline Hopkins was a prolific African-American writer and literary editor who ws overshadowed by the Harlem Renaissance writers. She was an outspoken journalist and storyteller. Hopkin's fiction combines suspense with presentation of the race debates of the turn of the nineteenth century.
Pauline Hopkins was born in Portland, Maine in 1859. Her prodigy includes Nathaniel and Thomas Paul who founded the first Baptist church in Boston for blacks, activist susan Paul, and poet James M. Whitfield.
Hopkins helped found Colored American Magazine in 1900 whiche she used as a political platform for African-American causes. Among her works were four novels and short stories. Hopkins' best known work was Contending Forces: A Romance Illustrative of Negro Life North and South (1900). Other works include Hager's Daughter; A Story of Sothern Caste Prejudice (1901); ansWinona: A Tale of Negro Life in the South and Southwest (1902).

Friday, April 04, 2008

POEM

HYMN

At morn-at noon-at twilight dim--
Maria! thou hast heard my hymn!
In joy and woe--in good and ill--
Mother of God, be with me still!
When the Hours flew brightly by,
And not a cloud obscured the sky,
My soul, lest it should truant be,
Thy grace did guide to thine and thee;
Now when storms of Fate o'ercast
Darkly my Present and my Past,
Let my Future radiant shine
With sweet hopes of thee and thine!

-Edgar Allan Poe

Tuesday, April 01, 2008

WOMEN'S MONTH CONTINUED

I wanted to highlight a female writer, poet, playwright, etc. each day during Women's Month. I was unable to do it consistently each day because of domestic demands. However, I have decided to do it during the month of April. I will also do other things in the blogs such as a poem, song, story or other pieces of literature. I will renew the series starting this coming Monday.

NEW WORD

APIARY  n. A place where bees are kept; a collective of beehives