The Dyer's Hand

Written by Tayria Ward on August 15, 2011

The wall of my office is a patchwork of quotations, scotch-taped cutouts hanging from the bookcases every which way. One of them has been reaching out to me for days.

My nature is subdued to what it works in, like the dyer’s hands.
-William Shakespeare

The unconscious works interestingly, in that I have

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Uses of Sorrow

Written by Tayria Ward on September 19, 2010

I am suspicious, I must say, of too much of the “positive thinking” trend nowadays, as if there were no point to true melancholy or utter sorrow. I don’t think life can be without them, nor do I think I would want life without them. This is a world of

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