#Anthony Wilson poetry

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

[Frank Godwin]

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God’s Grief

Great parent who must have started out with such high hopes. What magnitude of suffering, the immensity of guilt, the staggering despair. A mind the size of the sun, burning with longing, a heart huge as a gray whale breaching, streaming seawater against the pale sky. Man god or beast god, god that breathes in every pleated leaf, throat sac of frog, pinfeather and shaft— god of plutonium and penicillin, drunk sleeping on the subway grate, god of Joan of Arc, god of Crazy Horse, Lady Day, bringing us to our knees, god of Houdini with hands like a river, of Einstein, regret running thick in his veins, god of Stalin, god of Somoza, god of the long march, the Trail of Tears, the trains, god of Allende and god of Tookie, the strawberry picker, fire in his back, god of midnight, god of winter, god of rouged children sold with a week’s lodging and airfare to Thailand, god in trouble, god at the end of his rope— sleepless, helpless— desperate god, frantic god, whale heart lost in the shallows, beached on the sand, parched, blistered, crushed by gravity’s massive weight.

Ellen Bass

[Thanks to Anthony Wilson Poetry]

[memoriesofthingspast]

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[ofstarsandvibranium]

Precious Truths: Part 3

Fandom: Bridgerton

Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x F!Reader

Summary: After your father finds out you've been writing under a male pseudonym, he threatens to marry you off to an atrocious man unless you find yourself a husband within a month's time.

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Once at their door, you're insistently knocking on their door until someone opens it. Mrs. Wilson looks at you with confusion. Your chest is heaving, your eyes are wide, your hair in disarray, "Miss Y/N? Are you alright?"

"I need to see the Viscount and Viscountess immediately," you say urgently as you enter the Bridgerton home, gripping the older woman's arms to stabilize you.

"They're still freshening up for di-"

"Please! I need to see them! It's urgent!"

"Alright," the older woman nods at you, removing your hands from her, and rushes up the stairs to retrieve Anthony and Kate.

You're pacing in the foyer, fingers twiddling together as you're trying your best not to break down right then and there. You begin to mentally scold yourself for being so careless. You had done so well in the beginning, hiding your writings under your floorboards. You became careless. Your aunt was never one to snoop and your father was always in a drunken state. You figured neither of them would begin to look around your room, so you left your writings there.

Oh how wrong you were.

You look up to hear footsteps and see that Kate is the first one rushing down the stairs, "Y/N? What's wrong? Are you alright?"

You grab her arms to keep you steady as you shake your head, "My father found out and he's going to marry me off to my awful cousin. I need to find a husband quickly!"

"Found out? Found out what?" she asks you in confusion.

You don't answer her question as you continue on with your hysteric ramble, "Please, Kate, do you or Anthony know anyone who's looking for a wife?"

"Y/N, slow down. Wha-"

"What is wrong, Y/N?" Anthony asks as he finally approaches you in concern.

You look at him with wide eyes, "You need to help me find a husband."

You jolts in surprise, "What?"

"Darling, is everything alright?" Violet looks at the three of you with worry. She notes your distress, "I'll have Mrs. Wilson get ready some tea," she immediately goes to find her housekeeper.

Kate takes hold of your hand and guides you to the sitting room where you immediately plop yourself into the couch, throwing your head into your hands.

The Viscountess sits beside and puts a reassuring hand on your back, rubbing it soothingly. She looks up at her husband and mouths, 'Get Benedict.'

The Viscount immediately scurries off to find his brother.

"Deep breaths, Y/N. When you are ready, you must start from the beginning."

You sit up and wipe your now teary eyes. You take a deep breath and ready to speak, but your words get caught in your throat when Benedict enters the room.

Kate stands from your side and Benedict immediately takes her place, "Are you alright? Anthony said you were in distress."

You let out a shaky breath and give him a sad smile, "It's all gone wrong, Ben."

"What happened?"

You gulp and look up at Anthony and Kate who watch you with patient eyes, "What I'm about to tell you must not leave this room. It's imperative that no one, especially Whistledown, doesn't know."

"Know what?" Benedict asks.

You take another deep breath, "I'm Arthur Talbot."

Anthony looks at you in surprise. Kate looks at you like she's realized something. Benedict...you're not sure what the expression he's giving, but at least he doesn't look angry.

Kate can't help but chuckle, "It makes so much sense now. When you'd recite his words, it felt like they were your own. They were."

You nod and turn to Benedict, "You know how my papa forbade me from reading and writing poetry. I couldn't let it go, not when it was the one thing I had left of my mama. So I decided to write under a man's name, so my papa wouldn't know.

"But when I arrived home after our promenade, he was in my room. He found everything. He was so angry. He-" you look away in shame, "He struck me-"

"He struck you?" he asked you in disbelief. He feels a burning anger start to bubble within him. He never understood how one can be such a kind man and loving father, to a cold hearted man like your papa.

You sadly nod, "He said if I didn't find a husband within a month's time, he'll marry me off to my cousin Albert."

Benedict immediately winces, "He's atrocious," recalling back to the one summer that part of your family visited and your cousin was exuberant in trying to prove that he was much better at everything than Anthony. To put it plainly, the man was a twat.

"I know! So need your help," you place your gloved hands over Benedict's, and look to Kate and Anthony, "I need you three to help me find a husband. One with good social standing and is, at the very least, a decent man."

Kate and Anthony glance at each other and then Benedict, waiting for him to confess his feelings and propose to you, to save you from your horrid cousin.

Benedict watches his brother and sister-in-law, but then looks away. With a gulp, he says with a small, reassuring smile, "I'm sure my brother will be able to look into the available men of the ton and find you a good match."

Kate casts her head down in disappointment as Anthony steps forward, "You're practically family. I will do my best to help you."

"And you'll help too, right, Ben?" You look at him with hopeful eyes and Ben could feel him on the verge of breaking, so close to finally letting you know how he feels, that he doesn't want to help because no man deserves to see you the way he sees you.

He gives you a soft smile, "Yes. Of course, I'll help you."

__________________________

You've calmed down since abruptly showing up on the Bridgertons' door step. Kate and Anthony sit with you in the sitting room while Anthony starts gathering a list of eligible men for you. You're sitting tea staring blankly at the floor when your aunt is rushing into the room.

"Oh thank Heavens, you're alright!"

You place the tea cup down and stand, meeting your aunt, "I apologize for my abrupt leave, Aunt Eliza. I was...distraught."

"Yes, well, your father told me of your-" she eyes Kate and Benedict, "-situation."

You gesture to them, "They know. I told them, but they promise to not speak of my situation to anyone else."

"And does the Viscount know?"

You nod, "He does. Anthony, Kate, and Benedict are going to help me find a husband, so I don't have to marry Cousin Albert."

Aunt Eliza grimaces, "Absolutely not. The words to describe him are...they're not appropriate to express aloud." Benedict snorts in agreement.

"Lady L/N, I can assure you that the Viscount and I will do our very best to find a man deserving of L/N."

Your aunt nods to her, "Thank you, my lady," she sighs and gestures for you, "Come, Y/N. Your father is now asleep. You may come home, but tomorrow we will go to the modiste and request some new dresses."

"Yes, Aunt Eliza," you turn and hug Kate and give Benedict a nod, "Thank you for your help."

Benedict reaches out and grabs your wrist, "Let me know if you need anything or even just someone to talk to."

"Of course," you curtsey, "Good night."

You follow your aunt out of the Bridgerton estate and back to your home.

Kate pinches the bridge of her nose, "Why didn't you propose to her?"

"Why would I? She deserves someone of a better social standing."

"You are a Bridgerton."

"I am a second son and an artist. Not even a good since Anthony bought my way into the academy." Benedict leans back in the couch in despondence, "She deserves someone better."

"But you love her, do you not?"

"It is why I love her that I am helping her, because I cannot give her what she deserves." the second Bridgerton stands from his spot and excuses himself from the room, presumably to drink his heartache away.

[the-star-rigel]

You’ll never recover from that kind of devotion.

Jason Grace: on family and the lack thereof, wolves that really are dogs, remembering and healing and the sudden inevitability of being remembered.

I Bet on Losing Dogs, Mitski / War of the Foxes, Richard Siken / You’re on Your Own, Kid, Taylor Swift / Trees II, McCafferty / Mowgli Taken in by the Wolves, 1937 / Space Dog, Alan Shapiro / Moon Song, Phoebe Bridgers / A Hymn to Childhood, Li-Young Lee / Susan Smith, wych elm / The Blood of Olympus, Rick Riordan / Saint Bernard, Lincoln / Lupa Capitolina in Ludus, Romania / The Odyssey, Homer (trans. by Emily Wilson) / quadruple dog art by @mxmorggo on Instagram / Norwegian Wood, Haruki Murakami / The Lost Hero, Rick Riordan / House of Leaves, Mark Z. Danielewski / Vulnerability, @/kazerad / Euripides, Elektra / Jason seizing the Golden Fleece, Charles Natoire / Thalia (Grace) / I can’t find the source… / My Sister’s Keeper, Jodi Picoult / Seam, Tarfia Faizullah / In the Blood, John Mayer / The Vintage Book of African American Poetry, Michael S. Harper, Anthony Walton / Memento Mori, Crywank / And My Father’s Love Was Nothing Next To God’s Will, Amatullah Bourdon / Family Line, Conan Gray / Franz Kafka’s letters to his father / Kronos/Saturn, Peter Paul Rubens / Wolf and pup / American Teenager, Ethel Cain / LET YOUR FATHER DIE ENERGY DRINK, Daniel Lavery and Cecilia Corrigan / Scott Street, Phoebe Bridgers / Tumblr, @/inanotherunivrse / Tomatoes, Shane Koyczan / Pinterest / Tumblr, @/heavensghost / Tumblr, @/tagdevilish / through sickness and in health… by Angelina Hajducky on Instagram / Jason (given name), Wikipedia / Human Acts, Han Kang / The gas pillar in the Carina Nebula, NASA / Tumblr, @/roach-works / Not Strong Enough, boygenius / Grit, silas denver melvin / Herakles, Euripides (trans. by Anne Carson) / Pelias sending forth Jason, 1880 / The Audre Lorde Questionnaire to Oneself, Brianna Albers / The Mark of Athena, Rick Riordan / Wolf in White Van, John Darnielle / The Oresteia, Aeschylus / Tumblr, @/orpheuslament / Anecdote of the Pig, Tory Adkisson / The Burning Maze, Rick Riordan / I Bet on Losing Dogs, Mitski / Icarus, The Crane Wives / The Three Graces, Edouard Bisson / For Your Own Good, Leah Horlick

[dweemeister]

Whenever you feel alone, just remember that those kings will always be there to guide you. And so will I.

Born to a turbulent family on a Mississippi farm, James Earl Jones passed away today. He was ninety-three years old. Abandoned by his parents as a child and raised by a racist grandmother (although he later reconciled with his actor father and performed alongside him as an adult), the trauma of his childhood developed into a stutter that followed him through his primary school years – sometimes, his stutter was so debilitating, he could not speak at all. In high school, Jones found in an English teacher someone who found in him a talent for written expression, and encouraged him to write and recite poetry in class. He overcame his stutter by graduation, although the effects of it carried over for the remainder of his life.

Jones' most accomplished roles may have been on the Broadway stage, where he won three Tonys (twice winning Best Actor in a Play for originating the lead roles in 1969's The Great White Hope by Howard Sackler and 1987's Fences by August Wilson) and was considered one of the best Shakespearean actors of his time.

But his contributions to cinema left an impact on audiences, too. Jones received an Honorary Academy Award alongside makeup artist Dick Smith (1972's The Godfather, 1984's Amadeus) in 2011. From the end of Hollywood's Golden Age to the dawn of the summer Hollywood blockbuster in the 1970s to the present, Jones' presence – and his basso profundo voice – could scarcely be ignored. Though he could not sing like Paul Robeson nor had the looks of Sidney Poitier, his presence and command put him in league of both of his acting predecessors.

Ten of the films James Earl Jones appeared in, whether in-person or voice acting, follow (left-right, descending):

Dr. Strangelove or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Bomb (1964) – directed by Stanley Kubrick; also starring Peter Sellers, George C. Scott, Sterling Hayden, Keenan Wynn, and Slim Pickens

The Great White Hope (1970) – directed by Martin Ritt; also starring Jane Alexander, Chester Morris, Hal Holbrook Beah Richards, and Moses Gunn

Star Wars saga (1977-2019; A New Hope pictured) – multiple directors, as the voice of Darth Vader, also starring Mark Hamill, Harrison Ford, Carrie Fisher, Peter Cushing, Alec Guinness, Billy Dee Williams, Anthony Daniels, David Prowse, Kenny Baker, Peter Mayhew, and Frank Oz

Claudine (1974) – directed by John Berry; also starring Diahann Carroll, Lawrence Hilton-Jacobs, and Tamu Blackwell

Conan the Barbarian (1982) – directed by John Milius; also starring Arnold Schwarzenegger, Sandahl Bergman, Ben Davidson, Cassandra Gaviola, Gerry Lopez, Mako, Valerie Quennessen, William Smith, and Max von Sydow

Coming to America series (1988 and 2021; original pictured) – multiple directors; also starring Eddie Murphy, Arsenio Hall, John Amos, Madge Sinclair, Shari Headley, Jermaine Fowler, Leslie Jones, Tracy Morgan, and KiKi Layne

The Hunt for Red October (1990) – directed by John McTiernan; also starring Sean Connery, Alec Baldwin, Scott Glenn, and Sam Neill

The Sandlot (1993) – directed by David Mickey Evans; also staring Tom Guiry, Mike Vitar, Patrick Renna, Chauncey Leopardi, Marty York, Brandon Adams, Grant Gelt, Shane Obedzinski, Victor DiMattia, Denis Leary, and Karen Allen

The Lion King (1994) – directed by Roger Allers and Rob Minkoff, as the voice of Mufasa; also starring Jonathan Taylor Thomas, Matthew Broderick, Jeremy Irons, Moira Kelly, Niketa Calame, Ernie Sabella, Nathan Lane, and Robert Guillaume, Rowan Atkinson, Whoopi Goldberg, Cheech Marin, Jim Cummings, and Madge Sinclair

Field of Dreams (1989) – directed by Phil Alden Robinson; also starring Kevin Costner, Amy Madigan, Ray Liotta, and Burt Lancaster

[catws-anniversary]

Here are the creations for Day 6! Thanks to all the creators! 🦅

THEME: SAM WILSON

when do we start? by @howliesbarnes [fanfic, g, sam wilson, steve rogers]

Delated scene by @buckys-wintersoldier [fanfic, t, anthony mackie, reader insert, actor rpf]

have you ever known what it's like to feel the exhilaration of really flying by @gyokujyn [remix, sam wilson]

oops sorry maria by @gyokujyn [remix, sam wilson, maria hill]

Sam Wilson by @whinysteve [gifset, sam wilson, steve rogers]

Prompt: The Department of Veteran Affairs

Daily Battle by @nekoannie-chan [fanfic, t, steve rogers]

Soulmates, Partners, Wing-men by @unlifeira [fanfic, t, sam wilson, steve rogers]

For Reasons Wretched and Divine (Ch.6) by @mandyyvibes [fanfic, m, polyamory]

the graveyard of our memories by @gyokujyn [remix, sam wilson]

Prompt: Wings

I never said pilot by @metalbvcky [gifset, sam wilson]

Wings by @burnin-brighter [fanart, sam wilson]

c'mon sam it was one time by @gyokujyn [remix, sam wilson, bucky barnes]

Verses for Winter (Day 6) by @between-a-ship-and-a-hard-place [poetry, sam wilson, steve rogers]

Wings by @ace-bucket [fanart, sam wilson]

Bird Fly From the Road, and Quickly! by @vostok3-ka [poetry, bucky barnes]

Prompt: "I never said 'pilot'"

"I never said 'pilot'" by @stuckyfingers [fanart, sam wilson]

Prompt: Favorite Sam Quote

extra virgin by @gyokujyn [remix, sam wilson, brock rumlow]

Prompt: Music

I'm ready to make it, don't care what the weather by @vivelarevolution13 [fanart, sam wilson]

Prompt: Partners

Inseparable on schoolyard and battlefield (Day 6) by @voylitscope [fanfic, sam wilson, steve rogers]

Other works

untitled by @srdonix [fanart, bucky barnes]

We're Gonna Run, Nothing Can Stop Us by @mythicalmxyhem [fanfic, t, natasha romanoff, steve rogers, bucky barnes]

For the very first time (Ch.3) by @late-to-the-party-81 [fanfic, e, sam/natasha]

For the Very First Time (Ch.4) by @late-to-the-party-81 [fanfic, e, steve/natasha]

all our mausoleums have eyes by @gyokujyn [remix, steve/bucky]

[manwalksintobar]

Ntozake Shange to Eisa Davis

          querida antigua eisa,

you almost got it-you really did ‘born of the blood of struggle’ we all were/ even if we don’t know it/ what if poetry isn’t enuf? whatchu gonna do then? paint     ? dance     ? put your back field in motion & wait for james brown to fall on his knees like it’s too much for him/ what? too much for james? yeah/ didn’t you ever see the sweat from his brow/ a libation of passion make a semi-circle fronta his body/ a half-moon of exertion washin’ away any hope he had of/ standin’ it/ can’t stand it & he falls to his knees and three jamesian niggahs in a stroll so sharp it hurts bring him a cape that shines likes the northern star/shinin' i say like you imagined the grease in the parts of yr hair or yr legs/or yr mother's face after rehearsal after she had you/ james falls to his knees cuz he “cain't take it"/he's pleadin’ please please please don't go we look to see who brought james brown to the floor / so weak/ we think/ so overwrought with the power of love that’s why poetry is enuf/ eisa/ it brings us to our knees & when we look up from our puddles of sweat/ the world's still right there & the children still have bruises tiny white satin caskets & their mothers weep like mary shda there is nothing more sacred than a glimpse of power of the universe it brought james brown to his knees lil anthony too/ even jackie wilson arrogant pretty muthafuckah he was/ dropped no knee pads in the face of the might we have to contend with/ & sometimes yng blk boys bleed to death face down on asphalt cuz fallin' to they knees was not cool/ the way to go/it ain't fallin' to our knees is a public admission a great big ol' scarlet letter that we cain't/ don't wanna escape  any feelin'/ any sensation of bein' alive can come right down on us/ & yes my tears & sweat may decorate the ground like a veve in haiti or a sand drawing in melbourne/ but in the swooning/ in the delirium/ of a felt life lies a poem to be proud of/ does it matter? can ya stand up, chile? the point is not to fall down & get up dustin' our bottoms/ i always hated it when folks said that to me/ the point eisa/ is to fall on your knees & let the joy of survivin' bring you to yr feet/ yr bottom's not dirty/ didn't even graze the earth/ no it's the stuff of livin' fully that makes the spirit of the poem let you show yr face again & again & again i usedta hide myself in jewelry or huge dark glasses big hats long pillowin' skirts/ anythin' to protect me/ from the gazes somebody'd see i'd lived a lil bit/ felt somethin' too terrible for casual      conversation & all this was obvious from lookin' in my eyes/ that's why i usedta read      poem after poem with my eyes shut/ quite a feat/ cept the memory'd take over &      leave my tequila bodyguard in a corner somewhere out the way of the pain in my eyes that simply came through my body/ they say my hands sculpt the air with words/ my face becomes the visage of a character's voice/ i don't know i left my craft to chance & fear someone wd see i care too much take me for a chump laugh & go home this is not what happened? is poetry enuf to man a picket line/ to answer to phones at the rape crisis center/ to shield women entering abortion clinics from      demons with crosses & illiterate signs defiling the horizon at dawn/ to keep our      children from believin' that they can buy hope with a pair of sneakers or another      nasty filter for        cheap glass pipe/ no/ no/ a million times no but poetry can bring those bleeding women & children outta time up close enuf for us to see feel ourselves there/ then the separations what makes me/ me & you/ you/// drops away & the truth that we      constantly avoid/ shut our eyes to/ hold our breath hopin' we won't be found out/ surfaces/ darlin'/ & we are all everyone of those dark & hurtin' places/ those dry bloodied memories are no less ours than the mornin/ yes the mournin' we may be honorable enuf to endure with our eyes open the coroner cannot simply bring her hand gently down our eyelids/      leavin' us to the silence of not life/ the solitude of the unreachable can ya stand up, 'chile? hands stretched out to touch again not so you can get up & conquer the world/ you did that when you cdnt raise yr head & yr body trembled so/ you scared yr mama that was when the poem took over & you gave you      back what you discovered you didn't haveta give up/ all that fullness of breath/ houdini in an emotional maze/ free at last but nobody can see how you did it/ 'how'd she get out'/ nobody'll know less you tell em/ do you really wanna write/ from twenty thousand leagues under a stranger's wailin? can you move gracefully randomly thru the landmines that are yr own angola/ hey, your bosnia! are you shamed sometimes there's no feelin' you can recognize in yr left leg? does the bleeding you'll do anyway offend you or can you make a sacred drawing like ana mendieta that will heal us all? do i believe in magic? hell yeah. shd you? i don't know. don't know how yr gonna find yr way out the maze/ ancient as it is no one can tell you the secret/ not me/ not aunt angela/ not yr mama beautiful as she is/ i usedta watch her legs cut thru space like a ninja in      ballet shoes/ i wanted to be tall & clear-eyed like yr mama/ & you come tellin'      me i cd beat you up in a school yard/ no my daddy wda bought the school yard & paid kids not to hurt me/ so what you see is not what you get i am not a poem/ i am savannah's mother/ savannah sat with her bottle      thru the children's class at stanze's once we moved to texas/ but i was always lookin’ for your mother's legs to come slicing the air/ ten years later/      2000 miles away/ed mock dead/ tower of power fallen/ sly stone disappeared/      oakland like the back of my hand/ now unknown/ "get it & feel good" i usedta      say sometimes still do/ diffrence is i cherish stupid lil things now/ did yr      mama tell you raymond asked our whole class after a bout with possessed drummers and gravity/ if we ever took our dance clothes off/ he could smell us comin'       cross the Bay Bridge/ he shouted & pranced like somekinda stallion/ like his sweat      didn't stink too/workin' in the other realm is dirty work/ makes us smell bad/      did yr mama tell ya? i know she didn't let ya believe makin' art was not a messy      business/ she cdn't have/ we were trained too well is poetry enuf, eisa? that's gonna be up to you? is poetry enuf for me? why do you think i wrote 'for colored girls' i wanted yall to come out from under yr starched pinafores & pressed      heads with some notion of dream & sanctity of spirit/ looks like some of it worked but remember i'm still writin' still dancin' fell on my knees so many times now/ i wrote rev. ike for a prayer cloth it's serious like that peaceful like that i sweat when i write/ do you?           the original aboriginal dancin' girl           love,           ntozake

[thefixeraa]

INTRO TO PANDORA.   

subject  matter :   the silent four / the network . the foundation of pandora in the years before its creation .

the  foundation  of  pandora  has  only  existed  for  two  decades .   the  organization  itself  has  existed  since  world  war  I ( 1917 ) .   the  birth  of  espionage   [   pigeon  messages ,   a  can  of  maps   …   mata  hari ,   a  dancer  with  high  ranking  admirer’s  – –   was  hired  by  french  intelligence  to  spy  on  the  germans .   ]   operation   nightwatch   was  planned  by  the  united  states  government ,   forming  a  group  of  three  men  and  a  woman   [   they   are  known  as :   ‘  the  silent  four .  ’   ]   nightwatch  came from  the  mind  of  john  j.  pershing   (   a  decorated  general  of  the u.s  army   ) ,   under  woodrow  wilson’s  presidency .   a  sort  of  modest  thing  before  the  united  states  entered  into  the  game  of  espionage .  

gabriel  kane ,   born  in  new  york  city  in  1890  and  the  son  of  irish  immigrants .   during  the  first  world  war ,   he  was  the  member  of  the  77th  division ,   which  saw  extensive  action  in  the  meuse - argonne  offensive .   kane’s  unit  was  tasked  with  attacking  german  fortifications  along  the  front  lines ,   and  he  quickly  distinguished  himself  as  a  fearless  and  high  skilled  combatant .   he  was  wounded  multiple  times  in  battle  but  continued  to  lead  his  fellow  soldiers  with  bravery  and  determination .   gabriel’s  talents  did  not  go  unnoticed  by  his  superiors ,   and  he  was  eventually  handpicked  to  join  a  special  operations  unit  tasked  with  carrying  out  covert  missions  behind  enemy  lines .   he  excelled  in  this  role ,   using  his  knowledge  of  the  terrain  and  his  ability  to  blend  in  with  the  local  population  to  carry  out  a  variety  of  missions ,   including  sabotage   and  aviation ,   he  enlisted  in  the  army  and  intelligence  gathering .   it  was  during  one  of  these  missions  that  general  john j.  perishing  first  took  notice  of  kane .   after  overseeing  a  assignment  in  which  kane  was  sent  on  a  dangerous  reconnaissance  mission ,   perishing  was  impressed  by  kane’s  bravery  and  resourcefulness  and  subsequently  recruited  him  into  the  silent  four .

anthony  price ,   born  in  philadelphia in  1890  from  humble  beginnings .   he  was  heavily  interested  in  civil  rights  movements ,   since  both  his  parents  were  people  of  color .   he also  wrote  poetry ,   often  getting  his  poetry  and  articles  published   (  he  talks  about  a  lot  of  topics  that  are  very  personal  to  him ,   and  sometimes  becomes  scrutinized  for  it .   )   when  world  war  1  came  about ,   he  set  off  to  join  the  army -   in  particular  the  harlem  hellfire  company  in  the  369th  infantry  regiment ,   a  mostly  all  black  company  that  initially  were  regulated  to  minor  labor  duties .   eventually  he  and  his  fellow  company  men  were  sent  to  the  front  lines  to  fight  along  side  the  french  army .   price  was  a  skilled  linguist  and  fluent  in  french  and  german ,   which  proved  usful  and  he  became  a  valuable  asset  to  his  company .   during  the  battle  of  belleau  wood ,   the  harlem  hellfire  company  saw  extensive  action ,   being  tasked  with  capturing  a  heavily  defended  german  position .   anthony  showed  exceptional  bravery  and  leadership ,   leading  several  successful  assaults  on  enemy  positions  and  earning  respect  of  his  fellow  soldiers . to  use  his  linguistic  abilities  to  gather  valuable  intelligence  on  enemy  movements  and  positions .   he  was  eventually  recruited  by  george  creel ,   one  of  the  six  men  who  founded  tsf .

damien  knight ,   born  in  wichita  kansas  in  1891 ,   his  parents  owned  a  small  airplane  manufacturing  business .   because  he  grew  up  around  airplanes  and  aviation ,   he  enlisted  in  the  army  and  underwent  flight  training ,   quickly  proving  himself  a  skilled  and  fearless  pilot .   one  of  his  missions  took  place  during  the  battle  of  saint - mihiel .   knight  was  tasked  with  leading  a  squadron  of  planes  on  a  bombing  run against  a  key  german  supply  depot .  despite  heavy  anti - aircraft  fire  and  enemy  airplanes ,   knight  and  his  squadron  successfully  carried  out  the  mission ,   dealing  a  significant  blow  to  german  forces  for  the  war  effort .   he  was  soon  to  be  recruited  by  another  member  of  tsf ,   who  recognized  his  bravery ,   tactical  skills ,   and  the  ability  to  think  on  his  feet .   he  became  an  important  member  of  the group ,   using  her  aviation  expertise  to  carry  out  covert  missions .   his  piloting  skills  were  especially  valuable  in  situations  where  the  group  needed a  quick  extraction  or  others  in  dangerous  situations .

elizeabeth  stone ,   elizabeth  was  boring  in  boston  massachusetts  in  1893    to  a  wealthy  family  of  philanthropists .   during  the worked  as  a  nurse ,  working  on  the  front  lines  to  care  for  wounded  soldiers .   she  was  stationed  in  several  locations  throughout  europe ,   including  france  and  italy ,   and  gained  a   she  developed  a  network  of  contacts  among  soldiers  and  civilians ,   and  used  her  knowledge  to  help  the allies  plan  reputation  as  one  of  the  most  dedicated  and  skilled  nurses  in  her  unit .   she  often  went  above  and  beyond  her  duties  to  provide  comfort  and  care  to  soldiers ,   even  under  dan gerous  condition  or  help  was  known  to  venture  out  into   “  no  man’s  land  ”   to  retrieve  injured  soldiers  who  were  stranded  or  under  fire ,   risking  her  own  safety  to  ensure  they  were  received  medical  attention .   during  her  service ,   she  also  developed  an  interest  in  intelligence  gathering ,   and  began  to  secretly  collect  information  about  enemy  troop  movements  and  other  military  intelligence .   she  developed  a  network  of  contacts  among  soldiers  and  civilians ,   and  used  her  knowledge  to  help  the allies  plan  strategic  operations .   stone  showed  bravery  and  her  intelligence  gathering  skills  caught  the  attention  of  one  of  the  founders  of  tsf ,   who  then  recruited  her  to  work  as  a  covert  agent .   as  a  member  of  the  group ,   she  used  her medical  knowledge  and  intelligence - gathering  skills  to  carry  out  a  range  of  missions ,   often  going  undercover  as  a  nurse  or  aid  worker  to  gather  information  or  help  resistance  groups .

TIMELINE OF EVENTS ,

1918 - 1920 :

the  silent  few   (  tsf )  extends  to  include  more  agents  after  the  first  world  war  ends .   focusing  on  recruiting  veterans  of  the  war ,   giving  them  promise  and  purpose   (  especially  if  they’ve  felt  lost  and  disconnected  after  the  war .   )

the  organization  becomes  more  structured ,   with  specialized  teams  for  intelligence  gathering ,   field  operations ,   and  research  and  development  etc .

it  establishes  its  headquarters  in  washington  d.c ,   and  has  offices  across  the  united  states  and  the  world  as  a  safe  place  for  agents  to  go  to  while  on  a  mission .

1921 - 1939 :  

tsf  continues  to  grow  and  adapt ,   now  going  by  a  different  name ,   called  the  network .   it  continued  to  develop  new  technologies  and  tactics  for  espionage  and  covert  operations .  

the  organization's  reputation  for  effectiveness  and  discretion  attracts  the  attention  of  influential  government  officials  and  wealthy  benefactors .

agents  are  involved  in  a  number  of  high - profile  missions ,   including  efforts  to  counter  soviet  espionage  and  sabotage  during  the  interwar  period .

1940 - 1945 :

with  the  outbreak  of  world  war  2 ,   the  silent  few  plays  a  critical  role  in  gathering  intelligence  and  conducting  sabotage  and  espionage  operations  against  the  axis  powers .

many  agents  served  in  the  armed  forces ,   using  their  specialized  training  to  aid  in  military  operations .   while  others  fought  alongside  the  military  as  a  show  of  support .

during  this  time ,   the  network  continues  to  recruit  and  train  new  operatives ,   expanding  its  tanks  to  include  specialists  in  a  wide  range  of  fields   (  including  cryptography ,   linguistics ,   and  technology .  )

1946 - 1960 :

in  the  aftermath  of  the  war ,   the  network  shifted  its  focus  to  countering  the  emerging  threat  of  communist  regimes  around  the  world .

the  organization  engages  in  covert  operations  to  support  anti - communist  forces  in  countries  such  as  korea ,   vietnam  and  cuba .  

the  network  develops  new  technologies  and  techniques  for  surveillance  and  intelligence  gathering ,   including  the  use  of  satellites  and  advanced  encryption  methods .

1961 - 1989 :

during  the  cold  war ,   the  organization  plays  a  key  role  in  working  to  gather  intelligence  and  thwart  soviet  espionage  efforts .

it  becomes  increasingly  secretive  and  compartmentalized ,   with  many  agents  operation  in  isolation  from  one  another .

during  this  time ,   the  agency  develops  advanced  weapons  and  technologies  for  use  in  covert  operations .

1990 - 1995 :

with  the  collapse  of  the  soviet  union  and  the  end  of  the  cold  war ,   the  network  finds  itself  facing  a  new  era  of  uncertainty  and  shifting  geopolitical  priorities .

the  organization  struggles  to  adapt  to  new  threats  such  as  terrorism  and  cyber  warfare ,   and  begins  to  face  criticism  for  its  secrecy  and  lack  of  accountability .

during  a  period  of  weakness ,   a  man  named  conrad  ashe  would  assassinate  top  network  individuals  and  any  agents  who  were  loyal ,   take  over  the  organization .   effectively  wiping  it  clean  and  starting  over .   thus  pandora  was  born ,   in  a  new  world  with  new  possibilities .

[derangedrhythms]

I want the poem to talk to me in a way I know and yet have no knowledge of.

Anthony Wilson, from ‘Lifesaving Poems’

[159potterhead]

I thought I knew what sexual tension was like but then this scene happened and created a whole new level

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

Earth’s Radiant Atmosphere

The last rays of an orbital sunset illuminate the Earth's atmosphere in this photograph from the International Space Station as it orbited 269 miles above the Atlantic Ocean off the coast Argentina.

The last rays of an orbital sunset illuminate the Earth's atmosphere in this Feb. 17, 2023, photograph from the International Space Station as it orbited 269 miles above the Atlantic Ocean off the coast of Argentina. Astronauts aboard the space station see 16 sunrises and sunsets per day.

Image Credit: NASA   [h/t Scott Horton]

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Everything is Going to be All Right How should I not be glad to contemplate the clouds clearing beyond the dormer window and a high tide reflected on the ceiling? There will be dying, there will be dying, but there is no need to go into that. The poems flow from the hand unbidden and the hidden source is the watchful heart. The sun rises in spite of everything and the far cities are beautiful and bright. I lie here in a riot of sunlight watching the day break and the clouds flying. Everything is going to be all right. Derek Mahon, from Selected Poems [via Anthony Wilson] [”alive on all channels”]

[anthonywilson]

Lifesaving Poems: Gerard Manley Hopkins's 'No worst, there is none'

Lifesaving Poems: Gerard Manley Hopkins’s ‘No worst, there is none’

I treated myself to Seth Godin‘s newish book The Icarus Deception recently. It is both dense and light, profound and easy to read. Usually I put it down crying. The premise of the book is that the old industrial model of working and living (you go to school, get qualifications, then do a job like millions of others) is over. In its place is the ‘connection economy’ where, thanks to advances in…

[areyougonnabe]

How would you suggest people get started learning about polar expeditions? I read Frozen in Time but I'm at a loss of where to go now 😭 any suggestions?

Hi!!! It depends on which era you're interested in!!

For Victorian exploration including the FE, I always recommend Erebus by Michael Palin, William Battersby's Fitzjames biography, and Barrow's Boys by Fergus Fleming. Now, all of those books have their flaws as many nerds (like me) will tell you, but they are all great starting points and will introduce you to the cast of characters/run of events of that era. Once you've advanced a bit, you could check out Dave Woodman's Unraveling the Franklin Mystery for an intensely detailed look at Inuit testimony; The Spectral Arctic by Shane McCorristine for an academic exploration of ghosts and clairvoyance in Victorian exploration; or Finding Franklin by Russell Potter for an overview of the search expeditions up to the present day. Michael Smith's Crozier biography is also a solid read. (EDIT: I forgot The Man Who Ate His Boots by Anthony Brandt if you want to know more about Franklin himself and his earlier expeditions!)

If you're more interested in the late Victorian/Edwardian era, commonly referred to under the "Heroic Age" umbrella, you have a lot of potential starting points....

That era could be said to have begun in 1897 with the Belgica expedition, one of the most chaotic and insane expeditions of all time. Madhouse at the End of the Earth by Julian Sancton is a RIDE of a book (more like FRATHOUSE at the end of the earth, amirite) and will get you started with two of my favorite figures of the age: it was the polar origin story of Roald Amundsen, and where he met a pre-pole controversy Frederick Cook (HIS SOULMATE).

For more Amundsen after the Belgica, I really liked The Last Viking by Stephen Brown. You could also check out Roland Huntford's biography buuut this blog is a No Roland Zone so I am hesitant to recommend him, even though re: Amundsen he's more legit than elsewhere.

The Worst Journey In The World is a classic for a reason: a really beautiful and detailed first-person account of Scott's last expedition that is a pillar of travel writing and the foundation for much of the historiography that came after. However, you could also start with A First Rate Tragedy by Diana Preston (which I haven't read yet but comes highly recommended) or even Cherry's biography by Sara Wheeler which is really excellent. OH and the graphic novel version of Worst Journey just released its first volume which is a WONDERFUL introduction to the story! Buy it here and support the artist!

I've also really enjoyed all of the other first-person accounts I've read, many of which are free & in the public domain: With Scott: The Silver Lining by T. Griffith Taylor and The Great White South by Herbert Ponting are super interesting and give you a taste of what it was like to really be there.

For Shackleton, definitely start with Endurance by Alfred Lansing and go from there. Shackleton's Forgotten Expedition is a good second step & will get you background on him and Scott (& Wilson). I have had Shackleton: A Life In Poetry by Jim Mayer recommended to me as well but haven't read it yet. After that, Frank Worsley (captain of the Endurance) wrote two books which are great supplements: Shackleton's Boat Journey and another one just called Endurance. And Caroline Alexander's The Endurance is really good too but it's a coffee table book with nice pictures, so grab a hard copy!

And last but CERTAINLY not least, I May Be Some Time by Francis Spufford is the be-all and end-all of polar exploration nonfiction, IMO. I'm just finishing a reread right now actually—I first read it post-Franklin obsession but pre-Scott obsession and honestly, it's an entirely different book once you're crazy about the Heroic Age, so while I have recommended it in the past for people just getting started, and still do, at this point I also kind of want to tell people to maybe wait until you've already reached a certain level of derangement to dive into it.

[domwho11]

Please check out my good friend Ben’s Sam Wilson AKA The Falcon poem. Thanks a lot :)

[disasterofastory]

Disaster of the season Part 2 (Colin B. x Reader)

Disaster of the season Part 2 /Final Colin Birdgerton x Reader Warnings: none

Four times when you embarrass yourself in front of the ton and one time when Colin decides you are the one for him.

III.

Despite your promise to not show yourself again in this season, you find yourself at a Ball in a new, pastel-colored dress. After your last disaster, your mother had to console your sorrow for days to make you leave the bed, and in the end, they had to call over Eloise to chase you out of your room.

The only reason you come is Prince Friedrich.  Of course, not because you want something from the young Prince, but because if he is here, no one will talk about you.

People look at your way as you walk in beside your parents, but they don’t give you more attention.

“You see?” Your mother asks you with a victorious smile. “I told you.”

“Great, mother,” you sigh at her childish behavior but can’t help and smile at her.

“Go and have fun.”

You gulp at the thought. Oh, yeah. Fun. Because you've had so much fun in this season already.

You grab a glass of juice to busy yourself with something while you walk around the ballroom.

“Miss Y/L/N,” Colin says your name to grab your attention from your thoughts.

“Mr. Bridgerton,” you smile at the young man stopping in front of you.

“How are you?” He asks. “When I didn’t see you, I was worried you got sick.”

“I’m fine,” you reassure him. “I just needed a push to leave the house.”

“And the push was my sister, I assume?”

“Who else?”

“I’m glad she was successful. She is here somewhere with Penelope.”

“I will find them eventually,” you answer with a nod. You are sure you will hear the brown-haired girl's dissatisfaction soon enough. 

“Would you like to join me for a walk until then?” Colin asks you, offering his arm.

“Thank you,” you smile at him gratefully, accepting his gesture.

The night goes uneventfully. You don’t fall out of the window or bleed out in front of everyone. It’s a success.

Until now.

You can see Cressida’s swoon from the front row. Everybody gasps worriedly around you as the young woman falls into the Prince’s arms. Soon you can hear Daphne’s voice behind you, then it happens. She giggles at the girl’s obviousness, and you can’t help but laugh too.

Loudly. Clearly.

You gasp at your own reaction, trying to hide your uncontrollable giggles, which burst out of you in waves. People start to glance at you, confused.

“Go out,” Daphne whispers to you, seeing your problem. She tries to suppress her own giggles with better success than you.

Colin grabs your arm gently, pulling you out of the crowd. Tears burn your eyes as you start to cry from laughter. You can feel Cressida’s burning glare at the nape of your neck when your eyes meet with the Prince’s before you get lost among the people with Colin on your heels.

The smaller room with huge paintings is empty and calm. The tons' chatting gets quiet as Colin shuts the door, and you let out the laugh you tried to hide from everybody.

He smiles at your uncontrollable cheerfulness, watching you laughing to your heart content.

“I can’t go anywhere with you,” he says jokingly when you start to calm down.

“I’m sorry,” you chuckle, pulling down your gloves to wipe off your tears and the ruined mascara.

“Wait, let me…” He steps in front of you without a second thought. His touch is warm on your heated skin as he makes sure you are presentable again.

He still has some boyish features despite his age. 

“Thank you,” you smile at him, stepping back before somebody catches you.

“We should go back,” he says. “Go first, I’m sure Eloise has things to say.”

He looks after you as you smooth down your dress and adjust your hair. You still try to suppress your grin as you wave at him as a goodbye, disappearing behind the door. A small smile is constant on his face, looking around the empty room, watching but not really seeing the paintings on the dark painted walls.

A life with you would be adventurous and fun.

IV.

The weeks go by, and the ton slowly forgets your mistakes. Visitors come to your house with flowers and small presents to woo you with poetry and promises.

And you hate it.

Neither of them is the one you want. A few of them seem worthy and kind, while the others are just boring and too pompous. At the end of the day, your face hurts from the forced smiles, but your younger siblings enjoy immensely the chocolates and other sweets you get. Your father seems dissatisfied with your suitors, and he doesn’t waste time to let them know behind his usual polite demeanor.

“You will find the one, I’m sure of it,” he says to you comfortingly.

But that is the problem. You found him years ago.

With a sigh, you nod to reassure him, patting his hand on your knee.

Your jealousy for Daphne seems ridiculous now. Of course, for the ton, it's good that you have so many suitors, but for you, it just gets boring and tiring. The Bridgerton girl refused the Prince of Prussia to marry with the Duke while you sit in the drawing-room for days with men who don’t interest you in the slightest.

You get out of the carriage with your mother behind you in front of the Bridgertons’ imposing house. The wisterias bloom above the freshly cleaned windows, and bees buzz around from flowers to flowers as you walk to the entrance. The butler greets you with a polite smile and escorts you to the drawing-room where the Bridgerton women are already occupied with Lady Danbury.

They welcome you with joy as your mother joins them for a cup of tea while Eloise pulls you over to the loveseat to tell you everything about Lady Whistledown. The young girl seems enthusiastic and too obsessed with the mysterious woman. You smile and listen to her words with nods and hums as you steal a small piece of chocolate from the box on her lap.

"I still can't believe that you accused Mrs. Wilson,” you laugh, and Eloise hits your arm as an answer, but before she can continue with her theories, Colin and Anthony appear in the room with a respectful bow to their mother’s company and cheeky smiles to your way.

“Lady Whistledown?” Anthony asks with a tired sigh, sitting down on the sofa next to his sister.

“Who else?” Colin answers before you, sitting down next to you with a cookie in his mouth. His eyes shine as your gazes meet for a moment while Eloise begins her monologue about women and their derogatory role in society.

“But you will debut in the next season, won't you?” You ask her.

“If it’s up to me, then no,” she answers stubbornly.

“If it comforts you, I will be there too,” you sigh tiredly, leaning back on the backrest. You grab the pillow behind you to hug it on your lap.

“You don’t have suitors?” Colin asks, surprised, turning to you more in his seat.

“I have,” you reply. “They are just…” you grimace with a shrug instead of ending the sentence.

“They are not worthy enough?” Anthony asks, knowing the feeling. After Daphne, he knows the feeling well enough.

“You can say that,” you nod.

“I’m sure you will find somebody,” he reassures you with a gentle smile.

What you don’t see is the cheeky smile he sends to his little brother’s way. The boy’s face gets hot from his brother’s unwanted attention.

“Come on, my daughter,” your mother says out of the blue. “We still have to see the modiste.”

“Have fun,” Eloise says, and you hit her arm softly for her mockery.

What you don't notice is the little teacup between her fingers that falls out of her hand because of your playful slap. Eloise gasps, trying to grab the porcelain, but it's too late. The pleasantly warm tea pours onto your thigh, soaking your dress.

Colin looks at the ruined dress, then up to your mortified expression. His chest starts to hurt seeing your series of bad luck. You really need somebody who can protect you before a piano falls on you from nowhere.

“Poor girl,” Lady Danbury sighs, seeing the tea-stained dress. “It’s definitely not your season.”

V.

The dress you choose for the ball is light-colored with darker lace decorations. The white gloves on your arms are long enough to reach your elbows, and your hair tied up in curly locks with a silky ribbon.

You suppress the disappointment because of the season and your misfortune with love so you can enjoy the last ball of the season. You didn’t see Daphne since the Cressida swooning fiasco, and you hope you can have a few words with her before they go back to Clyvedon.

The garden they decorated for the ball is elegant and flowery.  Large chandeliers hang over the dancefloor, and the painting about the married couple attracts the eyes of the guests.

You stand at the edge of the black and white floor, watching the dancing couples. The music is loud but pleasant, and the chats around you mix with the songs. Your gaze wanders to Daphne, and despite that, she is beautiful as always something seems off with her. The young girl’s face is almost sad as she looks over at her husband.

“Miss Y/L/N,” Colin greets you with a small smile and a bow. “Can I have this dance?” He asks, offering his hand to you.

“It would be my pleasure,” you answer, accepting his proposal.

He leads you to the dancefloor when the orchestra starts to play a new song. His touch is warm on your waist, and his grip is gentle on your hand as you begin to move with him.

“How are you?” He asks you quietly.

“Well, I didn’t do anything horrible yet,” you reply and smile at him when he starts to laugh.

“Then I guess I have to look out for you,” he hums.

“I think I’m too helpless for that,” you sigh, playing with him.

The few minutes you spend in Colin’s arms are amazing. You even forget every disastrous thing that happened to you during the season. Of course, you didn’t find the love you wanted, but you still have time.

“Oh, god,” Colin says suddenly, looking up at the gloomy sky.

Raindrops fall on your shoulder, soaking your hair and dress. You follow the Bridgerton boy’s eyes up to the clouds until you feel him pull you out of the rain. You let him lead you, trying to step over a fresh puddle on the polished floor.

Without success.

The floor slips out under your legs, but your hands are still in Colin’s grip. A small shriek leaves your mouth as you fall on your knees, yanking the boy with you to the floor. He falls on his bottom with a grunt, and you can’t help yourself but laugh at his surprised face. He looks over at you, standing up in his wet clothes to help you up.

Your dress is darker than before, and your wet locks are stuck to your temple and neck.

“I can’t believe this,” he says when you are protected from the rain.

From the corner of your eyes, you can see Daphne laughing on the dance floor with Simon not far from her, but your focus is on the man in front of you.

“I’m so sorry,” you say to him. Your voice is joyful and remorseful at the same time.

Colin stares at you for what feels like long minutes. His face seems content and happy, and you can’t look away despite everyone else watches Daphne and Simon.

“Marry me,” he says after a while. He is so quiet you barely hear his words, and when you do, you can’t believe your ears.

“What?” You gasp.

“I want you to be my wife,” he says more loudly. “I can make you happy and… safe,” His last word is cheeky, but he is still serious as he searches your face for an answer. “I know you for years, and I know our life would be everything but boring and unhappy.”

He watches your soaked form, your smeared mascara, and your messy hair, and his chest tightens. Or just his feelings get bigger. He can’t decide. The only thing he knows is the desire in him to be with you all the time.

“So what do you say? Will you marry me?” He urges you for an answer breathlessly.

“Yes. A million times, yes.”

[laceyrowland]

2022 Reading Wrapped Part III

At about this point in the Ultimate Book Nerd Challenge, I was starting to experience some burnout and finding myself just wanting to get through the challenge so that I could read what I wanted to read. It's motivating to have a goal, but sometimes the goal begins to feel arbitrary and meaningless.

Instead of giving up, I pushed through at breakneck speed, finishing the challenge in August. And in September I slowed down considerably in my reading.

Some tips about setting reading goals or committing to reading challenges:

Find a challenge that allows for some flexibility in interpretation. The one thing I can say about the Ultimate Book Nerd challenge was that no one was really checking whether the books I read met the categories perfectly - the point was to get folks reading and to try new things! So don't beat yourself up if you fudge the rules. You're reading, that's what matters.

Set realistic goals. If you're a slow reader like me, focus on a challenge or a goal that focuses on quality (or variety) rather than quantity. I am challenging myself to read books 35 books I've never read before, prioritizing women, queer and BIPOC writers (I'm a chronic re-reader).

Have fun with it! An idea I'm sitting on for a future challenge is to read books that were adapted into movies and then watching the movie when I've finished the book as a treat. I've also got The Sealey Challenge on my radar for 2023 - a book of poetry a day for the entire month (I already have some of the collections picked out). Whatever you do, don't make it a chore for yourself.

Here's what I read July through September of 2022:

Fever Dream - Samanta Schweblin

This Time Tomorrow - Emma Straub*

Astrophysics for People in a Hurry - Neil deGrasse Tyson

Self-Portrait with Ghost - Meng Jin*

O Pioneers! - Willa Cather

Afterparties - Anthony Veasna So*

The Electricity of Every Living Thing - Katherine May

Heartstopper Vols 1-4 - Alice Oseman*

Black Birds in the Sky - Brandy Colbert*

Messy Roots: A Graphic Memoir of a Wuhanese American - Laura Gao*

After Dark - Haruki Murakami

This One Summer - Mariko Tamaki*

Katie the Catsitter Book 2 - Colleen AF Venable

The Deep - Rivers Solomon

Seance Tea Party - Reimena Yee

Sea of Tranquility - Emily St. John Mandel*

The Prince and the Dressmaker - Jen Wang

Greenlights - Matthew McConaughey

Indian Horse - Richard Wagamese*

Kitchen Confidential - Anthony Bourdain*

The Sympathizer - Viet Thanh Nguyen*

The Magic Fish - Trung Le Nguyen

Ms. Marvel Vols 1-2 - G. Willow Wilson

The Joy of Doing Just Enough - Jennifer McCartney

Goldenrod - Maggie Smith

*Books that blew my hair back

Don't miss the first parts of the list - check out Part I and Part II.

Stay tuned for the Part IV - the wrap-up of 2022 Reading Wrapped!