The Open Book: J.R.R. Tolkien

I was twelve when I finished reading The Lord of the Rings trilogy. It had taken me a year to the day and as soon I closed the cover on those adventures I cried like a five year old. I was distraught that there wasn’t more. Harry Potter had…

The Open Book: Neil Gaiman

Let’s get one thing straight before we start; fuck Dickens. Just kidding! I’ve got nothing against Charlie. You go Glen Coco! As a teen, and as a struggling literature graduate, I found writers like Dickens to be immensely stuffy,…

Poetrylust |1| An Exequy

As is often want to happen, the Sunday paper had arrived with a literary supplement. The supplement in question was entitled “Poems that make Grown Men Cry” and upon glancing the title my friend Alison immediately thought of me. After…