by Perfectly Poetic | Jul 7, 2025 | Field Notes
Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul,As the swift seasons roll!Leave thy low-vaulted past!Let each new temple, nobler than the last,Shut thee from heaven with a dome more vast,Till thou at length art free,Leaving thine outgrown shell by life’s unresting sea!...
by Perfectly Poetic | Jul 7, 2025 | Essays
They were a happy family—a prominent Chicago law partner, his beloved wife, and their four daughters, living a life filled with promise and possibility. To the outside world, Horatio Gates Spafford had it all: wealth, status, and a home full of joy. But fate, ever...
by Perfectly Poetic | Jul 5, 2025 | Field Notes
As an arrogant and ignorant adolescent and teen, I disdained many of the fine arts, or at least large portions of them. It wasn’t because I had not been exposed to them; perhaps my rejection was based more upon the fact that I had been exposed to them. You know,...
by Perfectly Poetic | Jul 4, 2025 | Field Notes
They did not come with halos, those men in the square,Powdered wigs and parchment clenched in sunburned hands.They came with debts, and doubts, and dreamsToo loud to be silenced by a distant crown.They came with musket smoke on their breathAnd Enlightenment ink in...
by Perfectly Poetic | Jul 3, 2025 | Essays
There’s a special kind of person who never quite syncs with the rhythm of the crowd—the one who doesn’t just feel different but is different, in a way that runs deeper than awkwardness or introversion. Edgar Allan Poe was that person, and lucky for us, he wrote it...
