The Howling

Black abolitionist, Alfred M. Green, in his speech, written during the first month of the Civil War, urges the audience to enlist and fight in the war for equality. Green’s purpose is to persuade his fellow African American “brothers” to join the fight for equality, enlisting in the Union Army. He uses an urgent tone in order to convey the importance of equality to his audience. Green begins his speech by announcing that, “The time has arrived in history,” (1) for a change to occur in America…

I’ve filled trunks with shitty prose coming to grips with what I am today Gripping my life like an unskilled fencer holds his foil Each day foiled by the traps and turmoil of my mind Told daily to toughen up and not mind the howling winds of my past. A veritable prodigy passed by those taught the virtue of work Ashamed that the virtue of my youth was wasted on skills untranslatable to today I only hope my youth isn’t burdened and bridled by my shame I hope she never hears "it’s…

I made the choice to write this poem about the wilderness between Red Feather and Walden because I went on a deep woods camping trip there this summer and was captivated by how powerful the woods feel when you are far enough away from other people. I also found the amount of dead trees in the area to be very ominous, considering the beetle kill was likely over 70 percent in the area, not to mention the left behind elk skulls and deer hangs one can come upon hiking through the area add to the…

Up till now I have focused on the lyrics of the songs, but the music is as important in telling the story. As we travel through Pink’s life we imagine hearing the chapters’ flip as the intensity of the lyrics change, as well as, the pattern of music. The album starts with a flashback of Pink performing at a concert. You can feel the sense of a musician he is: a rock star. The guitar is loud; one might say the guitar solo has a similar sound as a Jimi Hendrix guitar solo. Digressing from the…

something again, this time calling out, “Is anyone there?” Now Jake is turning in circles and wondering to himself if someone is there or if he’s just imagining things. A moment later he hears some psychotic laughing in the distance and a pack of wolves howling. Without warning Jake is hit in the back of the head and surrounded by a group of unidentifiable people! The next day, Brian, being worried about his friend, skips school to go look for Jake. The only thing he found was a pile of bones…

1. The Hooklyn forest is not an ordinary forest, it is special. In Hooklyn, day does not exist, night is everything. As you walk through, you can hear the sound of howling wolves and the wind whistle. Little witches protect this place, they enchant and kidnap every person they see. Nobody is to brave to cross the forest and get out… alive. 2. You felt amazing since the moment you entered to the house. The only thing that the Baker family transmitted was happiness and joy. They were always…

order to survive. The coyotes only howl before the man falls asleep, but once the man wakes up and experiences his vision with the wolf being alive, the coyotes stop their howling. He is no longer in fear of them—they are in fear of him. Radically changed as a result of the death, the man’s emotions are illustrated by the howling and the silence of the coyotes. He is no longer in fear of death and the absence of the wolf, he has embraced the death and has accepted the loss of something major in…

Why study Colonial America? What is Colonial America? The importance of Colonial America in my opinion is to study the past of how the nation of America was born but, as well as the importance of the time I feel like it gets tossed to curb when it comes to other times in history everyone seems to have little more knowledge like the era of the Great Depression or World War II come to mind. Part of the reason to me is that no one understand the term of Colonial America completely and think…

was too caught up in the gallop my horse wouldn’t stop. My horse, Bogi has always been a good mount and he knew the trail, and he knew it was time to go. “ Something's wrong with you ” I said weary. My heart was now pounding. The wind was howling gently at first and soon after it sounded as if there was a pack of dying wolves behind us. I looked back but no sign of life. Bogi started to whinney with fear. There was no sign of home either, and the wind brought…

hear screaming, yelping, whimpering, I hear my sister yelling like a banshee growling like a tiger, snarling like a wild beast, there is so much grief, pain and anger in her tone of voice. I make out the sound of my mom screeching, weeping, sobbing, howling, roaring like a lion, bellowing there is sadness, pain and regret in her thundering voice. The whole room is dark i can’t see anything. Sweet, salty tears run down my face. I feel like i am being squeezed by snake, my heart is running,…