BOOKS for October

Especially when the October wind (Some let me make you of autumnal spells, The spider-tongued, and the loud hill of Wales) With fists of turnips punishes the land, Some let me make you of the heartless words. The heart is drained that, spelling in the scurry Of chemic blood, warned of the coming fury. By…

ACCENT: LOST IN TRANSLATION

So many times, even the best writers among us, are at a loss for words. It’s why we turn to idioms and metaphors. We attempt to construct something that will convey what we are thinking. And that is usually because we don’t have a word for it. Luckily, many languages do, and Ella Frances Sanders…