The narrator was in love with a man but they could never be together due to a century-old rivalry between their families. During a traumatic event where she almost died, she thought only of him. She survived but crossed a bridge and never returned, letting the rivalry win. She believes that if not for the bridge connecting them, everyone would have been safe.
These are the slides from the Symposium presented at the IRA convention April 30, 2012. "Engaging Different Learners: Can't We Foster Inclusive Literacy?"
These are the slides from the Symposium presented at the IRA convention April 30, 2012. "Engaging Different Learners: Can't We Foster Inclusive Literacy?"
This is my original collection of selected poems which extend over a range of topics. A few of them have been published in the Annual School Magazine as well as in certain certified journals such as the EUMIND Human Rights Journal.
Sample of a book of poems sampling what I've squeezed out of life that past years. Please support self publishing by picking up a copy at Lulu. Thanks, enjoy.
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Here is a volume of the manuscript of R.K.Singh's SENSE AND SILENCE: COLLECTED POEMS published by Yking Books, Jaipur in 2010. It incorporates almost all the poems published in various journals from 1974 to 2009.
This is my original collection of selected poems which extend over a range of topics. A few of them have been published in the Annual School Magazine as well as in certain certified journals such as the EUMIND Human Rights Journal.
Sample of a book of poems sampling what I've squeezed out of life that past years. Please support self publishing by picking up a copy at Lulu. Thanks, enjoy.
http://www.lulu.com/product/paperback/electric-chair-for-the-sun/12305241
Here is a volume of the manuscript of R.K.Singh's SENSE AND SILENCE: COLLECTED POEMS published by Yking Books, Jaipur in 2010. It incorporates almost all the poems published in various journals from 1974 to 2009.
CONTENTS
I. The Uncommon Commonplace 7
II. To Be 19
III. To Work 24
IV. To Love 35
V. The Mood of Devotion 48
VI. The Dead Masters of Life 55
VII. Taking Oneself Too Seriously 69
VIII. Nec Timeo 78
IX. The Revelation of Saint John the Divine . 90
X. "Did You Get Anything?" 107
Students were given a poetry project to complete in one week. The project consisted of creating a newspaper blackout poem, a haiku from Haikubes, an acrostic, labeling poetic devices used in song lyrics, and imitating one poem from five collected by different poets. The students were asked to reflect on the imitation poem and the project.
Sixteen is a free online magazine that aims to use the 1916 centenary to help emerging and professional writers craft new work based on the 1916 Easter Rising. We are deeply interested in how Ireland has changed in the last 100 years since and want to explore how the events of that week in 1916 have shaped us as a nation today or if they did at all.
First published in the collection "Love, Death and the War on Terror", this poem is firmly from the "Love" section of the book. It is a poem about passion, about the moment of a marriage proposal described in heightened detail, and conveying the overwhelming sense of excitement and joy. The scene is exotic, a holiday, the decision maybe considered rash, too quick, but also, you have to leap sometimes without looking, yo have to reap the whirlwind of romance.
If I can keep Hush Note�s leading guitarist, Nixon Winters, on the straight and narrow for the next six months, I�ll finally get my own band to manage�assuming we don�t kill each other first.The egotistical, irritating rock star is fresh out of rehab, but it�s obvious his demons followed him home�and now I�m sleeping down the hall. I�ve watched him self-destruct every summer, and with album deadlines and tour dates looming, I can�t let it happen again. My career is in his hands.But tattoos can�t cover every scar, and I�m starting to see through his trademark, irresistible charm to the damage beneath.Everyone wants the rock star.I�m falling for the man.If he doesn�t let me in,he�ll never break the cycle�And when these six months are up,I might be the one left broken. .
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7 hours, 14 minutesThe award-winning author of Before You Suffocate Your Own Fool Self brings her signature voice and insight to the subjects of race, grief, apology, and American history.Danielle Evans is widely acclaimed for her blisteringly smart voice and x-ray insights into complex human relationships. With The Office of Historical Corrections, Evans zooms in on particular moments and relationships in her characters� lives in a way that allows them to speak to larger issues of race, culture, and history. She introduces us to Black and multiracial characters who are experiencing the universal confusions of lust and love, and getting walloped by grief�all while exploring how history haunts us, personally and collectively. Ultimately, she provokes us to think about the truths of American history�about who gets to tell them, and the cost of setting the record straight.In �Boys Go to Jupiter,� a white college student tries to reinvent herself after a photo of her in a Confederate-flag bikini goes viral. In �Richard of York Gave Battle in Vain,� a photojournalist is forced to confront her own losses while attending an old friend�s unexpectedly dramatic wedding. And in the eye-opening title novella, a black scholar from Washington, DC, is drawn into a complex historical mystery that spans generations and puts her job, her love life, and her oldest friendship at risk. .
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The award-winning author of Before You Suffocate Your Own Fool Self brings her signature voice and insight to the subjects of race, grief, apology, and American history.Danielle Evans is widely acclaimed for her blisteringly smart voice and x-ray insights into complex human relationships. With The Office of Historical Corrections, Evans zooms in on particular moments and relationships in her characters' lives in a way that allows them to speak to larger issues of race, culture, and history. She introduces us to Black and multiracial characters who are experiencing the universal confusions of lust and love, and getting walloped by grief�all while exploring how history haunts us, personally and collectively. Ultimately, she provokes us to think about the truths of American history�about who gets to tell them, and the cost of setting the record straight.In Boys Go to Jupiter, a white college student tries to reinvent herself after a photo of her in a Confederate-flag bikini goes viral. In Richard of York Gave Battle in Vain, a photojournalist is forced to confront her own losses while attending an old friend's unexpectedly dramatic wedding. And in the eye-opening title novella, a black scholar from Washington, DC, is drawn into a complex historical mystery that spans generations and puts her job, her love life, and her oldest friendship at risk. .
From debut author Asha Lemmie, a sweeping, heartrending coming-of-age novel about a young woman's quest for acceptance in post�World War II Japan.Kyoto, Japan, 1948. If a woman knows nothing else, she should know how to be silent. . . . Do not question. Do not fight. Do not resist. Such is eight-year-old Noriko Nori Kamiza's first lesson. She will not question why her mother abandoned her with only these final words. She will not fight her confinement to the attic of her grandparents' imperial estate. And she will not resist the scalding chemical baths she receives daily to lighten her shameful skin.The illegitimate child of a Japanese aristocrat and her African American GI lover, Nori is an outsider from birth. Though her grandparents take her in, they do so only to conceal her, fearful of a stain on the royal pedigree that they are desperate to uphold in a changing Japan. Obedient to a fault, Nori accepts her solitary life for what it is, despite her natural intellect and nagging curiosity about what lies outside the attic's walls. But when chance brings her legitimate older half-brother, Akira, to the estate that is his inheritance and destiny, Nori finds in him the first person who will allow her to question, and the siblings form an unlikely but powerful bond�a bond their formidable grandparents cannot allow and that will irrevocably change the lives they were always meant to lead. Because now that Nori has glimpsed a world in which perhaps there is a place for her after all, she is ready to fight to be a part of it�a battle that just might cost her everything.Spanning decades and continents, Fifty Words for Rain is a dazzling epic about the ties that bind, the ties that give you strength, and what it means to try to break free. .
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The first book in an epic and romantic YA series following the fictionalized descendants of the only officially recognized empress regent of ChinaGemma Huang is a recent transplant to Los Angeles from Illinois, having abandoned plans for college to pursue a career in acting, much to the dismay of her parents. Now she�s living with three roommates in a two-bedroom hovel, auditioning for bit roles that hardly cover rent. Gemma�s big break comes when she�s asked to play a lead role in an update of M. Butterfly filming for the summer in Beijing. When she arrives, she�s stopped by paparazzi at the airport. She quickly realizes she may as well be the twin of one of the most notorious young socialites in Beijing. Thus kicks off a summer of revelations, in which Gemma uncovers a legacy her parents have spent their lives protecting her from�one her mother would conceal from her daughter at any cost. .
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The award-winning author of Before You Suffocate Your Own Fool Self brings her signature voice and insight to the subjects of race, grief, apology, and American history.Danielle Evans is widely acclaimed for her blisteringly smart voice and x-ray insights into complex human relationships. With The Office of Historical Corrections, Evans zooms in on particular moments and relationships in her characters' lives in a way that allows them to speak to larger issues of race, culture, and history. She introduces us to Black and multiracial characters who are experiencing the universal confusions of lust and love, and getting walloped by grief�all while exploring how history haunts us, personally and collectively. Ultimately, she provokes us to think about the truths of American history�about who gets to tell them, and the cost of setting the record straight.In Boys Go to Jupiter, a white college student tries to reinvent herself after a photo of her in a Confederate-flag bikini goes viral. In Richard of York Gave Battle in Vain, a photojournalist is forced to confront her own losses while attending an old friend's unexpectedly dramatic wedding. And in the eye-opening title novella, a black scholar from Washington, DC, is drawn into a complex historical mystery that spans generations and puts her job, her love life, and her oldest friendship at risk. .
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Berkley Editor Kristine Swartz has acquired the imprint�s first queer female romance, SOMETHING TO TALK ABOUT by Meryl Wilsner, tentatively set for publication in June 2020. When a famous female Hollywood showrunner and her female assistant laugh on the red carpet, photos of the affectionate moment lead the tabloids to declare they�re dating. The ridiculous gossip threatens both their jobs and their credibility, and as the rumor spreads, it begins affecting all areas of their lives. As the two women fight to protect their careers, they slowly begin to realize the rumor might not be so off base after all. .
Never in a million years did I think it would be Ian Parker who saved me... I know I should stay away from Ian Parker. But when my drug-dealing stepdad kicks me out, I have nowhere to go. Squatting in an abandoned shed on Ian�s grandpa�s farm seems like as good a plan as any. Ian finds me there, of course, and he insists on me moving into his spare room. I should say no, but the appeal of a roof and a warm bed is too much. Not to mention Ian�s brown eyes and strong arms. We�re nothing alike, but the spark between us is undeniable. My life is finally looking up. Until I call the cops on my stepdad and unintentionally get my pregnant mom arrested. Now I have to sacrifice my dreams to take care of my mom�s baby. She�s the only family I have left. Meanwhile, Ian�s band is taking off; his dreams are coming true. Ian is my one chance at love. I just hope he doesn�t become the one chance that got away. .
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3. I had always known he wasn’t mine to keep, but that didn’t change the way I
loved him—quietly, gently, and from afar. ??As the seasons changed, the corn
stalks grew strong, and the grapevines flourished with hope. But none of it
mattered, not when the soil at our feet bound us in a century-old rivalry. We’d
never even had a chance. ??They said life flashed before your eyes on the way
to death, but on that night, after my final scream burst from my throat and my
world started to fade to black, I only thought of him. Of his sweet chocolate
eyes, his desperately cautious stare, and his silence that carried more weight
than gold. ??I should have died that night. Instead, I crossed the moonlit bridge
and never returned. ??I let rivalry win. If only that had been enough to keep us
all safe. If only we didn’t have a bridge between us.?
8. I had always known he wasn’t mine to keep, but that didn’t change the way I
loved him—quietly, gently, and from afar. ??As the seasons changed, the corn
stalks grew strong, and the grapevines flourished with hope. But none of it
mattered, not when the soil at our feet bound us in a century-old rivalry. We’d
never even had a chance. ??They said life flashed before your eyes on the way
to death, but on that night, after my final scream burst from my throat and my
world started to fade to black, I only thought of him. Of his sweet chocolate
eyes, his desperately cautious stare, and his silence that carried more weight
than gold. ??I should have died that night. Instead, I crossed the moonlit bridge
and never returned. ??I let rivalry win. If only that had been enough to keep us
all safe. If only we didn’t have a bridge between us.?
13. I had always known he wasn’t mine to keep, but that didn’t change the way I
loved him—quietly, gently, and from afar. ??As the seasons changed, the corn
stalks grew strong, and the grapevines flourished with hope. But none of it
mattered, not when the soil at our feet bound us in a century-old rivalry. We’d
never even had a chance. ??They said life flashed before your eyes on the way
to death, but on that night, after my final scream burst from my throat and my
world started to fade to black, I only thought of him. Of his sweet chocolate
eyes, his desperately cautious stare, and his silence that carried more weight
than gold. ??I should have died that night. Instead, I crossed the moonlit bridge
and never returned. ??I let rivalry win. If only that had been enough to keep us
all safe. If only we didn’t have a bridge between us.?
18. I had always known he wasn’t mine to keep, but that didn’t change the way I
loved him—quietly, gently, and from afar. ??As the seasons changed, the corn
stalks grew strong, and the grapevines flourished with hope. But none of it
mattered, not when the soil at our feet bound us in a century-old rivalry. We’d
never even had a chance. ??They said life flashed before your eyes on the way
to death, but on that night, after my final scream burst from my throat and my
world started to fade to black, I only thought of him. Of his sweet chocolate
eyes, his desperately cautious stare, and his silence that carried more weight
than gold. ??I should have died that night. Instead, I crossed the moonlit bridge
and never returned. ??I let rivalry win. If only that had been enough to keep us
all safe. If only we didn’t have a bridge between us.?
23. I had always known he wasn’t mine to keep, but that didn’t change the way I
loved him—quietly, gently, and from afar. ??As the seasons changed, the corn
stalks grew strong, and the grapevines flourished with hope. But none of it
mattered, not when the soil at our feet bound us in a century-old rivalry. We’d
never even had a chance. ??They said life flashed before your eyes on the way
to death, but on that night, after my final scream burst from my throat and my
world started to fade to black, I only thought of him. Of his sweet chocolate
eyes, his desperately cautious stare, and his silence that carried more weight
than gold. ??I should have died that night. Instead, I crossed the moonlit bridge
and never returned. ??I let rivalry win. If only that had been enough to keep us
all safe. If only we didn’t have a bridge between us.?
28. I had always known he wasn’t mine to keep, but that didn’t change the way I
loved him—quietly, gently, and from afar. ??As the seasons changed, the corn
stalks grew strong, and the grapevines flourished with hope. But none of it
mattered, not when the soil at our feet bound us in a century-old rivalry. We’d
never even had a chance. ??They said life flashed before your eyes on the way
to death, but on that night, after my final scream burst from my throat and my
world started to fade to black, I only thought of him. Of his sweet chocolate
eyes, his desperately cautious stare, and his silence that carried more weight
than gold. ??I should have died that night. Instead, I crossed the moonlit bridge
and never returned. ??I let rivalry win. If only that had been enough to keep us
all safe. If only we didn’t have a bridge between us.?
33. I had always known he wasn’t mine to keep, but that didn’t change the way I
loved him—quietly, gently, and from afar. ??As the seasons changed, the corn
stalks grew strong, and the grapevines flourished with hope. But none of it
mattered, not when the soil at our feet bound us in a century-old rivalry. We’d
never even had a chance. ??They said life flashed before your eyes on the way
to death, but on that night, after my final scream burst from my throat and my
world started to fade to black, I only thought of him. Of his sweet chocolate
eyes, his desperately cautious stare, and his silence that carried more weight
than gold. ??I should have died that night. Instead, I crossed the moonlit bridge
and never returned. ??I let rivalry win. If only that had been enough to keep us
all safe. If only we didn’t have a bridge between us.?
38. I had always known he wasn’t mine to keep, but that didn’t change the way I
loved him—quietly, gently, and from afar. ??As the seasons changed, the corn
stalks grew strong, and the grapevines flourished with hope. But none of it
mattered, not when the soil at our feet bound us in a century-old rivalry. We’d
never even had a chance. ??They said life flashed before your eyes on the way
to death, but on that night, after my final scream burst from my throat and my
world started to fade to black, I only thought of him. Of his sweet chocolate
eyes, his desperately cautious stare, and his silence that carried more weight
than gold. ??I should have died that night. Instead, I crossed the moonlit bridge
and never returned. ??I let rivalry win. If only that had been enough to keep us
all safe. If only we didn’t have a bridge between us.?
43. I had always known he wasn’t mine to keep, but that didn’t change the way I
loved him—quietly, gently, and from afar. ??As the seasons changed, the corn
stalks grew strong, and the grapevines flourished with hope. But none of it
mattered, not when the soil at our feet bound us in a century-old rivalry. We’d
never even had a chance. ??They said life flashed before your eyes on the way
to death, but on that night, after my final scream burst from my throat and my
world started to fade to black, I only thought of him. Of his sweet chocolate
eyes, his desperately cautious stare, and his silence that carried more weight
than gold. ??I should have died that night. Instead, I crossed the moonlit bridge
and never returned. ??I let rivalry win. If only that had been enough to keep us
all safe. If only we didn’t have a bridge between us.?
48. I had always known he wasn’t mine to keep, but that didn’t change the way I
loved him—quietly, gently, and from afar. ??As the seasons changed, the corn
stalks grew strong, and the grapevines flourished with hope. But none of it
mattered, not when the soil at our feet bound us in a century-old rivalry. We’d
never even had a chance. ??They said life flashed before your eyes on the way
to death, but on that night, after my final scream burst from my throat and my
world started to fade to black, I only thought of him. Of his sweet chocolate
eyes, his desperately cautious stare, and his silence that carried more weight
than gold. ??I should have died that night. Instead, I crossed the moonlit bridge
and never returned. ??I let rivalry win. If only that had been enough to keep us
all safe. If only we didn’t have a bridge between us.?
53. I had always known he wasn’t mine to keep, but that didn’t change the way I
loved him—quietly, gently, and from afar. ??As the seasons changed, the corn
stalks grew strong, and the grapevines flourished with hope. But none of it
mattered, not when the soil at our feet bound us in a century-old rivalry. We’d
never even had a chance. ??They said life flashed before your eyes on the way
to death, but on that night, after my final scream burst from my throat and my
world started to fade to black, I only thought of him. Of his sweet chocolate
eyes, his desperately cautious stare, and his silence that carried more weight
than gold. ??I should have died that night. Instead, I crossed the moonlit bridge
and never returned. ??I let rivalry win. If only that had been enough to keep us
all safe. If only we didn’t have a bridge between us.?