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Problem Solving: A Sidestory
Call me Angie. I'm a senior in high school, seventeen years old last April. Currently I'm lying on my bed, listening to Muse, and trying to concentrate on algebra--without, let's admit it, much success. The fate of "x" does not interest me in the least. I know perfectly well that even when I crack the code of the equation, all I will get is a number that has no significance outside itself. Why should I care if it's 8 or 10? I prefer problems with more interesting solutions: for example, what is my best friend Persephone thinking about right now?
I take a peek over my shoulder. She's seated cross-legged on the floor, frowning over her notebo
Strange Adventures of Persephone Atherton
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Literature
EoT - WATER
The stillness of the pond reflects
jagged outlines of black pines
the soft edges of clouds
white against blue sky;
an occasional glimmer on the water
betrays the secret sun.
The water's tranquil surface reveals
shadows that flicker in the depths
scales of orange and white
in smooth and rippling motion:
the mysterious solitary dance
of goldfish in their native element.
The element of water in its stillness
both reflecting and revealing
brings together depths and heights;
koi are swimming, red-gold and white
among jagged pine trees
between the clouds and the sapphire sky.
When one leaps and falling disturbs the surface
both
Elements of Transparency
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Literature
Dublin by Night
There are no stars tonight -
the cloudy skies rust-color
the seagulls
with their aching cries
white shapes
that circle overhead
while the waters of the Liffey flow
black ripples
reflecting green and white
and golden lights.
From the bridge
where the beggar sits
huddled against the nightly chill
you can hear the music
and the sound of a thousand voices
in the corners of streets
where the strangers walk
side by side with the city's own
- the drunkards stumbling home
the young men smoking
in the doorways
the children holding fast
to their mothers' hands
the young lovers
in each other's embrace
the old
peacefully ha
Poetry
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Literature
Mosaic Sonnet I - MARIA
Wind sweeps the azure world; my wings, cloud-white,
Sway down, soft feather-touch enfolding you,
Unseen; protection frail yet strong, like light
That overflows within a sky of blue.
Open your eyes, forget the dream of night;
Breathe fragrance in the wind that stirs the air,
Feel the sun's warmth, behind closed eyelids bright;
Open your mind, and see beyond despair.
Though straight the path, its end is out of sight:
The boundless future of tomorrow's sky
Is opened only by the key of flight.
Spread out your unseen wings; and without fear
Take your first step into the windy height;
Forever, in this azure sky, I'm near.
Mosaic Sonnets
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Literature
A Theft and a Gift
The parson's child from down the way is standing shamefaced in the white dust of the dirt road, holding out the stolen clamps while his mother firmly grips the back of his shirt collar.
The weathersmith laughs to himself, hiding a telltale smile with a cough behind his large work-stained hand, stretching out the other to take back the miniature G-cramps from the child's small fingers. He separates them out judiciously, choosing the smallest and finest of all, the one he uses to tether faint summer zephyrs in the late afternoon when the sun is high and hot.
"Here you are," he says, setting it back in the boy's smooth palm. "A gift to a futu
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