I graduated in 2007 from Brown University with a degree in art history and am currently pursuing a masters of English. I work with special-needs kids and coach the jumpers on the track and field team at my old high school in Pennsylvania. My favorite writers
+ more bio informationModern Abstraction in Art Modern Abstraction arose during a time of war and artistic revelation. Many were disgusted with its apparent lack of content and rationality yet the great abstract firsts had great content in their work, whether considered purely abstract or not; and this content ran in themes throughout abstract st...
Was it only in a dream I saw green Willow bright In the pathway full of fright? Its loneliness caught my eye Not to be tainted by the sweet Smell of nectar golden sweet. Tomorrow I'll dream With a glisten in my eye Deadened with the musty green Of nightmarish fright Which cannot outweigh the stars bright But can compare to t...
Sestina:Jungle (abcdef, faebdc, cfdabe, ecbfad, deacfb, bdfeca, eca (bdf)) In the jungle, floating mist Sways in and out of unknown vines To trip and spit and rhyme among branches Whose long spindles CREEP! Like the green Of your eyes. Everything is real in the sway Of things. Everything lives in the moss On the trees. I wou...
Black hair in your eyes will match the Black of your soul in a Black dress made of Black silk fibs you told one Black day in may with black rain that falls on my Black drive way to the Black house with Black shade that shapes from Black cloudsthe Black shapes hum like glad cats In a rain storm with the look of Black storm go...
"Early Birds" Dawn's warning Can never come too early For early birds like me But for that poor worm The dawn is a germ That grows insidiously, rancidly. Every morning Sister's yearning For the one she loves He's not here So sorry dear His echo rapes the coves Where he once was Floating with innocent doves And gracefully, gr...
Dark shadows are dancing Around my bed tonight This night's been a mixture Of what is good and what seems bad Tonight's been transcendent And I'm alone in my room again. The glow of the lamp sprawls out across my empty desk And creeps over the surface of the brown, fake wood, Gradually dimming, decreasing, decaying. Tonight'...
She's pretty, I thought. She looks nothing like me, my thought continues on. I'm not tyring to do anything except trying to tell a story. I'm not trying to describe my emotions or how I felt, how I felt at this moment, or how this person made me feel; I'm just trying to tell a story. Of course, she's pretty because she looks...
Fiction: -the act of feigning, inventing, or imagining. -the class of literature comprising works of imaginative narration, esp. in prose form. -an imaginary thing or event, postulated for the purposes of argument or explanation -something feigned, invented, or imagined; a made-up story: We've all heard the fiction of her be...
Winter, how she bends And summer, she sends a sky Over the hedge to kill The last remaining frost-speckle Of cold, ice branches, Dead for a season but not next. This is my autobiography Written in reverse. The death of Happiness, which is Sadness in reverse. Before the sunning Of faces and places, There will be familiar memo...
Buildings act as Books in Ancient Egypt Ancient Egyptians, just as people of many other cultures, used architecture for shelter, places of public and private worship, and funerary homes for the dead. However, Egyptians took their architecture to the next level. These buildings were not merely physical structures in which peo...
Brooke Wolfe
Perkasie, Pennsylvania US
Member since: May 2007
Articles Written: 82