E. Pauline Johnson 4 min read
The Song My Paddle Sings West wind, blow from your prairie nest, Blow from the mountains, blow from the west....
Chip Brown 7 min read
The match moved toward the endgame. He had no real chance of winning but stubbornly fought on.
Philip Weiss 48 min read
YOU KNOW you are inside the Bohemian Grove when you come down a trail in the woods and hear piano music from amid a group of tents and then round a bend to see a man with a beer in one hand and his penis in the other, urinating into the bushes.
Donella Meadows 42 min read
Back from the sublime to the ridiculous, from enlightenment to caveats.
David Stevenson 26 min read
He had not entirely given up on the possibility of a skiable line somewhere up from the pass. This would stop Neal from joking that he was taking his skis for a walk around the Himalaya.
Sarah Winnemucca 62 min read
After your promise, how dare you to ask me to let your hearts be stained with the blood of those who are innocent of the deed that has been done to us by others?
John Ruskin 41 min read
Forgetting the distance he had to traverse, he set off at an imprudent rate of walking, which greatly exhausted him before he had scaled the first range of the green and low hills.
Cranes over Babyn Yar / What is left of hope.
Li Bai 李白 3 min read
Ice bars my way to cross / the Yellow River, / Snows from dark skies to climb / the T’ai-hang mountains!
Walt Whitman 12 min read
Will you give me yourself? will you come travel with me?
Samuel Taylor Coleridge 15 min read
Like one, that on a lonesome road / Doth walk in fear and dread, / And having once turned round walks on, / And turns no more his head; / Because he knows, a frightful fiend / Doth close behind him tread.
Langston Hughes 3 min read
It’s an earth song,— And I’ve been waiting long for an earth song.
Sholem Aleichem 14 min read
He gazed in through the glass door, smiled at the box containing the citron, until his mother saw him, and said to his father that the young scamp wanted to get hold of the citron to bite off its top.
Doug Peacock 19 min read
Here is a crucial distinction between trophy hunters and me: I don’t hunt predators. I wouldn’t shoot a bear for a cool million.
Kenneth Grahame 266 min read
Then a change began slowly to declare itself. The horizon became clearer, field and tree came more into sight, and somehow with a different look; the mystery began to drop away from them.
Michael P. Branch 9 min read
Sarah nods. “Free ice water. Hand-painted road signs. Free coffee and doughnuts for vets. And jackalopes. That’s what we’re about."
Dennis Eagan 7 min read
Then something remarkable happened: once I began to move, my mind shifted from melancholia to wonder.
Antoine de Saint-Exupéry 75 min read
“Goodbye,” said the fox. “And now here is my secret, a very simple secret: It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye.”