This continues the series of columns that highlights a much-loved poem and other poems that speak to, or resonate with, that poem. This week features “The Weary Blues,” crafted by Langston Hughes. The two related poems are “The Blues Don’t Change” by Al Young and “Slow Drag Blues” by Kevin Young. (While they share the same surname and were both Stegner Fellows, Al and Kevin are unrelated). The Poetry Foundation
This has been a terrible year. Don’t get me wrong. Every year is terrible in its own way—and each one always seems like it’s upping the ante from the previous one—but this year is one for the books. Not only is idiocy running rampant, it’s being lauded as wisdom and truth. Scumbaggery and smug self-righteousness are the orders of the day, while decency and thoughtfulness are on the fast track
She lay on her back next to the fire, covered in a patchwork of animal hides. Her leathery flesh, now barren of fat and muscle, would soon mingle with the earth that once nurtured her. She coughed, and her rattling breath delivered a misty offering to the indifferent stars. Childhood memories flashed through her thoughts, fleeting glimpses of love, hope, and purpose. Now, alone on the longest night of the
Fanfiction is our present salvation from some entertainment problems. Book series often end on flat notes, leaving readers wanting more. Likewise, it’s not uncommon for TV shows to be canceled in their prime, forcing viewers to wish they knew what happens next. Most video games have flashy characters but next to nothing in terms of a satisfying plot. In all of these situations, there are two ways of coping: move
It’s not very big. In fact, it’s rather small when compared to other houses around it, but the McAllister House, at 423 North Cascade Avenue, is far more important than the imposing mansions down the street. The McAllister House has the distinction of being the first brick house built in Colorado Springs, and as such, set the standard of living for pioneers coming to this city. The house and its
