by Mariposa Aristeo | Sep 12, 2019 | Articles |
Last February, I contracted a severe case of creative block. Inspiration seemed to pack its bags and depart for an unknown region. Everything I wrote sounded wrong, and artistic feats became a struggle. I couldn’t craft a poem, paint a canvas, or sketch a character!...
by Mariposa Aristeo | Jul 4, 2019 | Stories |
“Please read me!” Hardcover whispered as the top of a brown-haired head paused in front of his shelf. Though he knew humans couldn’t hear him, he repeated the plea over and over. Fingers crept toward him, creating a trail in the dust. If Hardcover had lungs, he would...
by Mariposa Aristeo | Jun 20, 2019 | Articles |
Love triumphs over all. Dreams come true. Believe in yourself. These messages and more color the plots of books like a stained glass window, helping us see the world in various shades of the spectrum. When we reach the last page, we’re inspired to persevere and...
by Mariposa Aristeo | Apr 12, 2019 | Articles |
Conversions in literature used to be so common that a person could hardly stroll into a Christian bookstore without the gospel screaming at them the instant they opened a book. One out of every five novels seemed to be another Pilgrim’s Progress (with the rest being...
by Mariposa Aristeo | Mar 22, 2019 | Articles |
Esther is one of the most beautiful books of all time, teaching us more lessons than a college class. It’s the Mona Lisa of literature. Yet, surprisingly, God’s name is absent from the 167 verses, which has caused some people to doubt Esther’s authenticity in...
by Mariposa Aristeo | Feb 4, 2019 | Articles |
At intervals throughout your journey, you’ve probably wondered whether you’re a good writer. Unfortunately, I can’t sympathize because that thought hasn’t occasionally crossed my mind. It’s crossed my mind dozens, hundreds, thousands of times. Yearly, weekly,...
by Mariposa Aristeo | Dec 24, 2018 | Poems |
Silver bells ring, tinkling to “Let It Snow” Dozens of lights blink the colors of the rainbow Bows, strings, paper, and tape clutter the floor Cards avalanche when you open the door Sparkling all December long Snowflakes brush your cheeks like kisses from...
by Mariposa Aristeo | Oct 31, 2018 | Poems |
Typing on my tiny typewriter, I’m an incorrigible plotter. Color splashes onto the page, Green, coral, orange, and beige. A story burns in my heart, Tearing my soul apart. My story grows from a small seed— I wonder where it might lead. It grows higher, taller,...
