ANHVU BUCHANAN

Interview with Anhvu Buchanan

Spoke with American Microreviews about The Disordered.

Hero of the Day: Kei Nishikori. First ever Asian Tennis Player to reach a Grand Slam Final.
Hero of the Day: Mark Bustos who provides on his one day off free haircuts for the homeless. 

Hero of the Day: Mark Bustos who provides on his one day off free haircuts for the homeless. 

lyriquediscorde:

“That’s a lot of what the movie is about—the importance of everyday life, and that these big moments that we expect to define us in the end don’t mean anything, really, or don’t mean anything more than the other moments, and that it’s really every moment that counts. That’s more what our conversations were about—little things about how I interacted with my friends on a daily basis, and how I talked to my parents and what I would do when I was alone.” ~ Ellar Coltrane, on Boyhood

lyriquediscorde:

That’s a lot of what the movie is about—the importance of everyday life, and that these big moments that we expect to define us in the end don’t mean anything, really, or don’t mean anything more than the other moments, and that it’s really every moment that counts. That’s more what our conversations were about—little things about how I interacted with my friends on a daily basis, and how I talked to my parents and what I would do when I was alone.” ~ Ellar Coltrane, on Boyhood

Backhanded Compliments and Other Ways to Say I Love You coming out August 2014 with Works on Paper Press.
Hero of the Day: Stuart Scott.

Corey Zeller - “Refrigerator"

“"Life has taught us that love does not consist in gazing at each other but in looking outward together in the same direction." - Antoine de Saint Exupéry”

Still I Rise by Maya Angelou

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don’t you take it awful hard
‘Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own back yard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I’ve got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history’s shame
I rise
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I rise
I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.

"A Sonnet for Anna" by Robert Vaughan — Fictionaut

A powerful poem written about the kidnap girls in Nigeria.