In this issue’s Big Question, writer Allie McIntosh muses that years ago the meadow where she is penning her article “held the most spectacular inspiration.” Now, she wonders, “Where are the words and the colors that used to dance around my head in a flurry of excitement and wonder?” What is the imagination? What is
Inspired by the Penderwicks at Point Mouette: I fear I have writer’s Great Wall of China. It circles the busy, bustling town of novels and fiction. It has trapped the hills that surround the small hamlet of poetry. Only good words are not caught. Pie Rasor
I’ve been pushed into a slot For tying my hair a different way For having other things to say Things I don’t want to hear I don’t They think I should look at what they look at I glimpse something else around the corner Success is all they see Their neat and tidy boxes, with
Inception is a sci-fi, action, drama, thriller, suspense, fantasy, and mystery all in one. It is about a man, Dom Cobb (Leonardo DiCaprio), who possesses the power to enter other people’s dreams. He and his team are sent on a mission to implant an idea into someone’s mind. This assignment, if it is successful, is
Typically, worldwide contests are for adults with life-long careers in a specific field, but the Odyssey of the Mind (often called OM) is a competition for students. Youth are given problems to solve creatively through teamwork. These tasks incorporate acting, play writing, set design and construction, musical composition, robotics, and other creative skills. Millions of
I am a writer who is most creative when I am not writing. Ideas for my novels strike when I am doing the simplest things. Taking a shower. Walking the dog. Playing Candyland with my four-year-old. The perfect idea never seems to be perfectly timed—at the picturesque café with the excellent coffee, or watching a
Shelby Gray
“As you stumble through the trees, you see Sulaiman grappling with what looks like one of the rangers you narrowly evaded earlier. What do you do?” my uncle said right before he intoned the question which is the basis of all Dungeons and Dragons games. “Well…” I started off, thinking aloud, then finally making my
They wander past the streets or maybe the streets wander past them The blurred melodies of car engines and horns and sirens swim past the forests of parked cars. The stores trickle down the road. The last one is boarded and quiet like the colorless sky and the chorus of traveler’s footfalls