Sunlight-Colored Roses

A sanctuary for dreams and shadows

  • Ma Belle

    I wonder why I saw the two most important movies in my life so close to each other, when I was sixteen or seventeen, and why I have never seen another movie so great as those, and likely never will. I saw “Immortal Beloved” first — which I could appreciate all the more playing the… Continue reading

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  • Storm

    A passionate storm is at work; it calls to my mind the two weeks last year I wrote A Question of Honor, and how I finished its last pages in the midst of such a storm. I’m beginning to learn the way of the weather here: storms come up and break more violently than in… Continue reading

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  • “Angels”

    I am really excited that my interactive fiction story “Angels” did not disappear. The site it’s on is now located at Infinite Story. Continue reading

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  • I was working on the proof of one of my poems all the morning, and took out a comma. In the afternoon I put it back again. Oscar Wilde Continue reading

  • Similes

    The birdcage was like a little temple, with smooth white lines and a domed roof. The birdcage was like a prison with confining metal bars. The birdcage was fashioned like a small white palace. The birdcage was like a white eggshell, the yellow canary at its center. Like a white moon, the little birdcage illuminated… Continue reading

  • Random Text

    1. Grab the nearest book. 2. Open the book to page 23. 3. Find the fifth sentence. 4. Post the text of the sentence in your journal along with these instructions. “I’ll demolish the first who puts me out of temper.” Wuthering Heights, Emily Bronte Continue reading

  • Emily Dickinson, translated by Liv Wenger

    Very fragile. Very little. Always correctly dressed in white. Through the house her footsteps sounded disciplined and so polite. Dusting, watering flowers too, with busy, little housewife’s hands. Baking bread. Walking in the park, writing letters to family and friends. Loving sister. Obedient daughter. A daily game with dolls and house. But deep inside were… Continue reading

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  • “Oh, Roger.” Margaret pressed her hand to her chest. “I’m so sorry.” “Don’t.” His voice was sharp, his expression forbidding. “Don’t say anything like that to me about the matter. I’m very happy for Katherine.” She reached out to touch his hand, feeling sad at the stabbing pain in his eyes. “Then I am too, of… Continue reading

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  • The bronze gorilla

    When she was a girl she had gone there once, wading amidst waist-high weeds and picking through the brambles to get to the old cottage. She remembered it. Prior to that, she had found a key in a drawer in an old dresser box in the spare room of her house and had speculated endlessly about… Continue reading

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  • The Idea of Order at Key West

    Wallace Stevens She sang beyond the genius of the sea. The water never formed to mind or voice, Like a body wholly body, fluttering Its empty sleeves; and yet its mimic motion Made constant cry, caused constantly a cry, That was not ours although we understood, Inhuman, of the veritable ocean. The sea was not… Continue reading

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