Alicia the Existentialist

Your not alone. As long as the wind blows, the grass gorws and clouds glide across a wide blue sky your surrounded. As long as the root...

This is a poem I found on a website my mother sent to me. Its as if this poem was written to pin point exactly what I'm feeling. Funny h...

To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven. A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, a...

The fountains mingle with the river, And the rivers with the ocean; The winds of heaven mix forever, With a sweet emotion; Nothing in the wo...

You ever wonder how homeless people got on the street. Walk past one sitting on the sidewalk with a sign and a cup in front of them, peering...

My feminist ways are being reawakened thanks to the conflict over the government threatening to take away funding for Planned Parenthood Cli...

Witter Bynner's translation of the Tao Te Ching: Verse Number Ten Can you hold the door of your tent Wide to the firmament? Can you...