Time has become so relative by now, last year could be last century for all anyone knows. Or just last week. Telling anecdotes is an effort these days, because who knows when what happened, really? A week is 5 seconds and 30 years long. A day is the square root of frayed nerves and coffee. […]Read Post ›
Lot’s of things to think about, hardly 2 weeks into 2021 (2020 one or 2020 won?) as we are. Is it too late to say Happy New Year? Especially when ‘Happy’ seems a bit… optimistic? Mulling over what one can write and what can be written, especially with so many think pieces, hot takes, essays, […]Read Post ›
YuletideOrigin: late Middle English First recorded use: 15th century, ca. 1475 Origins: yule – ‘the Christmas season’ & tid or tide – ‘a point or period of time’ (macmillan) So this is ChristmasAnd what have you done?Another year overAnd a new one just begunAnd so this is ChristmasI hope you have funThe near and the […]Read Post ›
What can one write these days? What can be said with words when everything changes before you even typed the first sentence? Where to start, where to begin? It’s all happening all at once, all the time, and there is no end in sight… But… Hasn’t everything always happened all at once? After all, […]Read Post ›
A Time and a Place The time is Now the place is Elsewhere as in, Not Here. It’s July Summer And here at VR we are taking a small break from it all To rest, recuperate, and prepare for the colder months because Winter is coming… But there is still time […]Read Post ›
So you saw the news and are still horrified. Now you’ve tweeted the hashtag and you posted the black square. You’ve argued with loved ones, you’ve had actual fights. You’ve yelled at screens, down halls, past doors, into phones. You’re not out on the streets, protesting, but that doesn’t mean your anger and horror aren’t […]Read Post ›
Today, only a few poems (some famous, some not yet known) and a little prose. Stay Home. Stay Safe. Save Lives. “Hope” is the thing with feathers Emily Dickinson “Hope” is the thing with feathers – That perches in the soul – And sings the tune without the words – And […]Read Post ›
Editor’s Note Maya It’s been a bit bleak lately, hasn’t it? Day 12 of the new decade and people are already exhausted. With the way things are going, everybody will be ready for bed by the end of the month. Silver linings seem to be in short supply at the moment… But: candles […]Read Post ›
Editor’s Note Maya It’s been a harrowing week, here in the Old Country. But then it’s been a harrowing week for a lot of people all across the globe. It seems almost selfish to feel that something has been genuinely broken by The Horrible Incident on Yom Kippur, when so much is already in […]Read Post ›
Editor’s Note Maya A couple of weekends ago it was so hot, people started fighting in public pools. It suddenly made sense why the Montagues and Capulets lost their heads. The sun was merciless. Tempers ran high. A plague on both your houses. With such heat, it made sense that Ancient Rome apparently allowed […]Read Post ›
