By Hand is a monthly prompt focused on freeing our words by using our hands. This month, Megan Willome shares the connection between our hands and our hearts as we prepare to launch By Heart in October.
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By Hand: Pets
By Hand is a monthly prompt focused on freeing our words by using our hands. This month, we’re exploring taking care of our pets with Megan Willome as our guide.
By Hand: Sorting
By Hand is a monthly prompt focused on freeing our words by using our hands. This month, we’re exploring sorting with Megan Willome as our guide.
By Hand: Writing Longhand
By Hand is a monthly prompt focused on freeing our words by using our hands. This month, we’re exploring writing longhand with Megan Willome as our guide.
By Hand: No Hands
By Hand is a monthly prompt focused on freeing our words by using our hands. This month, we’re exploring what happens to our words when our hands are tired—with Megan Willome as our guide.
By Hand: Cooking and Baking
By Hand is a monthly prompt focused on freeing our words by using our hands. This month, we’re exploring cooking and baking with Megan Willome as our guide.
By Hand: Pure Play
By Hand is a monthly prompt focused on freeing our words by using our hands. This month, we’re exploring the idea of pure play with Megan Willome.
By Hand: Stitching and Coloring
By Hand is a monthly prompt focused on freeing our words by using our hands. This month we’re exploring stitching and coloring with Megan Willome as our guide.
By Hand: Pruning as Craeft
By Hand is a monthly prompt focused on freeing our words by using our hands. This month, we’re exploring pruning as craeft with Megan Willome as our guide.
By Hand: Decorating
By Hand is a monthly prompt that focuses on freeing our words by using our hands. This month, we’re exploring decorating with Megan Willome as our guide.
“The Stars Are Mansions Built By Nature’s Hand” by William Wordsworth
< Return to all Wordsworth poems The Stars Are Mansions Built By Nature’s Hand The stars are mansions built by Nature’s hand, And, haply, there the spirits of the blest Dwell, clothed in radiance, their immortal vest; Huge Ocean shows, within his yellow strand, A habitation marvellously planned, For life to occupy in love and […]
The Political Nature of War in Ursula K. Le Guin’s The Left Hand of Darkness
The Political Nature of War in Ursula K. Le Guin’s The Left Hand of Darkness In The Left Hand of Darkness, Ursula K. Le Guin argues that war is primarily a national phenomenon, a product of fear; as opposed to a human activity dictated by biology. To do so, she creates a detailed study on […]
“This Living Hand” by John Keats
< Return to All John Keats This Living Hand This living hand, now warm and capable Of earnest grasping, would, if it were cold And in the icy silence of the tomb, So haunt thy days and chill thy dreaming nights That thou would wish thine own heart dry of blood So in my veins […]
Poets and Poems: Chandra Gurung and “My Father’s Face”
The 47 poems of “My Father’s Face” by Chandra Gurung point to the contradictions of life inherent in all cultures and societies.
Shakespeare Sonnet CXLV (145): Those lips that Love’s own hand did make
< Return to all 154 William Shakespeare Sonnets Sonnet CXLV (145) Those lips that Love’s own hand did make Breathed forth the sound that said ‘I hate’ To me that languish’d for her sake; But when she saw my woeful state, Straight in her heart did mercy come, Chiding that tongue that ever sweet Was […]
Shakespeare Sonnet LXIV (64): When I have seen by Time’s fell hand defaced
< Return to all 154 William Shakespeare Sonnets Sonnet LXIV (64) When I have seen by Time’s fell hand defaced The rich proud cost of outworn buried age; When sometime lofty towers I see down-razed And brass eternal slave to mortal rage; When I have seen the hungry ocean gain Advantage on the kingdom of […]
Shakespeare Sonnet XX (20): A woman’s face with Nature’s own hand painted
< Return to all 154 William Shakespeare Sonnets Sonnet XX (20) A woman’s face with Nature’s own hand painted Hast thou, the master-mistress of my passion; A woman’s gentle heart, but not acquainted With shifting change, as is false women’s fashion; An eye more bright than theirs, less false in rolling, Gilding the object whereupon […]
Shakespeare Sonnet VI (6): Then let not winter’s ragged hand deface
< Return to all 154 William Shakespeare Sonnets Sonnet VI (6) Then let not winter’s ragged hand deface In thee thy summer, ere thou be distill’d: Make sweet some vial; treasure thou some place With beauty’s treasure, ere it be self-kill’d. That use is not forbidden usury, Which happies those that pay the willing loan; […]
The Art of the Handwritten Letter: A (Typed) Letter on Handwriting
Sara Barkat writes about the power of handwriting, where paper and ink let a single word grow to fill a line, or fold itself up small.
The Handwritten Letter: How To Tell A Friend You Adore Her
Author and teacher Callie Feyen tells the heartwarming story of an unlikely friendship sealed with a legacy of handwritten letters.