Hope in Dystopia

Posted by Annie Nardone | Sep 9, 2019 | Dystopia, Poetry

“It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen.” George Orwell, 1984...

In the Trenches

Welcome to our Brave New World where we live in a society of anger, autonomy, and division: beauty...

Edmund Spenser [1552/1553 – 1599] invented the Spenserian stanza for his book, The Fairie...

I have been here before. This grief that crushes my soul like a black hole. I dream that I’m...

Red sky is only sun’s refracted light. Green shades of plants are colored by mere chance. White...