Edward Taylor was this fascinating Puritan minister and poet who lived in the 17th and early 18th centuries, mostly in colonial America. What blows my mind about him is how his work stayed hidden for over 200 years—his poetry wasn't even discovered until the 1930s! He wrote these intensely personal, metaphysical poems that blend his deep religious faith with startlingly vivid imagery. I always get chills reading his 'Preparatory Meditations,' where he compares his soul to a spider dangling from God's thread or describes Christ's blood as wine poured into his 'poisoned' heart.
What makes Taylor's poetry so special is how it bridges two worlds. On one hand, he's this strict Puritan writing for God's eyes only (he literally forbade publication of his work), but on the other, his verses burst with almost sensual physicality that feels ahead of its time. His 'Huswifery' poem, where he asks God to make him a spinning wheel, turns theology into this gorgeous domestic metaphor that still feels fresh today. Unlike other colonial writers who focused on sermons or histories, Taylor gave us raw, emotional artistry—like if John Donne and Anne Bradstreet had a literary love child. Every time I reread him, I find new layers in how he wrestles with doubt, grace, and divine love through those intricate, homemade-feeling stanzas.
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Sixteen-year-old Serenity Palmer's biggest problem should be avoiding her father's arranged marriage contract with Thomas Blake, the arrogant senior who's made her life miserable for three years. But when a school trip to a French château triggers vivid dreams of a past life, Serenity discovers she and Thomas were once lovers—murdered on the eve of their 1722 wedding.
As memories of their tragic death resurface, Serenity realizes their history teacher, Mrs. Hargrove, is the reincarnation of the obsessed servant who killed them. Worse, she's orchestrated this entire trip to finish what she started three centuries ago. With Thomas's best friend Louis—who harbors secrets of his own past-life memories—and Serenity's friend Ava, they uncover a conspiracy spanning five lifetimes.
Mrs. Hargrove isn't working alone. The real mastermind is someone much closer to home: Thomas's best friend Axel, the reincarnation of a spurned nobleman who has spent centuries manipulating their relationship from the shadows. Every cruel word Thomas ever spoke, every moment of distance between them, was carefully orchestrated to keep them apart.
Now, trapped in the same château where they once died, Serenity and Thomas must break a cycle of obsession and revenge that has followed them through multiple lifetimes. But breaking free will require the ultimate sacrifice—and a love powerful enough to rewrite the rules of life and death itself.
A supernatural romance about soulmates who refuse to let death have the final word, Love's Eternal Way explores how true love transcends time, memory, and even the grave. Some bonds are eternal—but so is the hatred of those who would destroy them.
Perfect for fans of reincarnation, romance, and paranormal suspense.
Three thousand years ago came the twilight of the gods.
The betrayal of the Fire God reduced all civilizations to ashes, along with order itself and the glory of the divine realm.
Three thousand years later, upon the new lands created by the King of the Gods, the deities were gradually reborn.
The silent and ruthless King of the Gods.
The beautiful and gentle Queen of Heaven.
The innocent yet cruel Fire God.
The endless conflicts between gods and giants, the blessings left behind for a thousand years, the memories preserved within the Hall of Valor…
To me, all of it had once been nothing more than tales recorded in ancient scrolls. Even my encounter with Loki felt like a destiny long foretold.
Only after becoming engaged to him did I realize that my marriage to Odin had once been the happiest time of my life—
and that Loki himself had been the one who destroyed that happiness with his own hands.
Had there been no memories left by the God of Love, had the war between the two tribes never begun, I would have known clearly what I was meant to do.
To remain by Loki’s side.
To accompany him—from rebirth… to destruction.
When I opened my eyes once more, Flora was holding me tightly. I had secretly loved her for a decade. Her warm lips kissed my neck, telling me not to leave.
This time, I pushed her away and told the butler to send her to her first love's home. Her first love was Sean Graham.
In my last life, Flora drank so much that she was drunk during the celebration organized for me to celebrate me for getting an overseas college's offer letter.
After the celebration, I didn't refuse her when she wanted me to stay, and that wild night came to pass.
The next morning, when Sean saw me coming out of Flora's bedroom, he pretended to be amiable and said he would make our wish come true despite the darkness in his eyes.
Then, he disappeared for about one month. In the end, we found a blood-stained necktie in the mountains and the skeletal remains that had been feasted on by wild animals.
Flora didn't sleep for an entire night as she held Sean's necktie in her hand.
After that, it was like the discovery hadn't affected her at all, as she still passionately planned for my birthday trip.
But that very night during the trip, I was abducted.
I begged the kidnappers to beg Flora to pay the ransom, but I heard her personally give the orders.
"Don't let him die too easily. He's just some scum of the earth. Do whatever you want with him. When you're done, dump him in the Northern Barrens and clean things up. He owes Sean this much!"
Flora, I'm done playing by your rules this time around.
Book 1 of the Blackfern Werewolf Series. Completed - A fully edited version was put up Jan 2024 - please log out and log back in to read this finalized version.
It's hard being a half-blooded werewolf… especially when you have no idea that werewolves actually exist.
Clementine – I did not know what to expect when I decided to move with my dad and brother to Blackfern Valley in backyard British Columbia. The first thing I noticed was how ridiculously fit and good looking everyone was. Then I started to notice the odd behaviour, comments and how everyone in the town just seemed to hate me. Well, everyone excluding Liam, he seemed like the only friendly person in the Valley…
Liam – I was not expecting my world to be shaken so hard when a half-breed moved into the pack. Half-breeds were extremely rare, and often hunted and terminated by pure-blood werewolves if they do not develop a wolf at sixteen. I thought that when his Uncle Jed's reign had ended, that the hatred would have died with him… I was wrong. They were after Clementine and something inside of me could not let that happen…
"Just because we're married, doesn't make us a real couple. Take it as a contract" He said in a business tone before leaving.
"Like I want to be with you" I muttered under my breath as my tears threatened to spill.
Natalie learns that she has been promised to the eldest son of the mighty and powerful Maxfields.
She has no choice but to accept reality and decides to proceed with the arranged marriage her parents and grandparents had fixed, long ago.
Little did she know that she would be treated as a contract wife.
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"You force your children to get married. Force them to fall in love as if they were key operated toys and now that they've fallen in love, you want to separate them?" Natalie questions, tears threatening to fall, her voice almost on the verge of breaking.
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Every year, the village had to choose a girl of age to become the Blossom Bride.
The girl who was chosen would be sent into the cave as the village god’s wife. She would spend the entire night with him.
If she came out alive, she would be honored for the rest of her life as a village elder. Any child she bore was said to be blessed, destined for a life of effortless fortune.
If she died, the village would simply wait for the next year, when another Blossom Bride would be chosen.
The blessing of the Blossom Bride was believed to pass on to her parents and elders as well.
However, no one wanted to be chosen. To escape the ritual, families quietly left the village, one after another.
I was the only one who volunteered.
I had a lust problem, and I had always wondered what it would feel like to be with a god.
Edward Taylor's poetry, though not as widely known as some of his contemporaries, holds a unique charm that resonates deeply with those who discover it. His work, primarily written in the late 17th and early 18th centuries, reflects his Puritan faith and his role as a minister. One of his most famous pieces is 'Huswifery,' a metaphorical masterpiece where he compares the process of spiritual transformation to the making of cloth. The imagery is vivid—spin, weave, dye—each step symbolizing divine grace shaping the soul. It's a poem that sticks with you, not just for its craftsmanship but for the way it makes the abstract feel tangible.
Another standout is 'Upon a Spider Catching a Fly,' which uses the natural world to explore themes of sin and salvation. The spider represents the devil, the fly a helpless sinner, and the wasp, with its ability to escape, symbolizes the saved soul. Taylor's ability to weave such profound theology into simple observations is part of what makes his work so compelling. Then there's 'Meditation 8' from his 'God's Determinations' series, where he grapples with the mystery of divine love and human unworthiness. The raw honesty in his words—almost like a diary entry—makes it feel like you're peeking into his private struggles. His poems aren't just read; they're experienced, each line dripping with devotion and doubt in equal measure. If you haven't explored Taylor's work yet, you're in for a treat—it's like uncovering a hidden gem in the attic of American literature.
Edward Taylor's poetry, with its deeply spiritual and metaphysical themes, has inspired a surprising number of modern reinterpretations, though they often fly under the radar compared to more mainstream literary revivals. One fascinating angle is how contemporary poets riff on his Puritanical devotion, blending it with today’s existential anxieties. I stumbled upon a collection called 'Taylor’s Ghost' by a small press a while back—it reimagines his 'Preparatory Meditations' as dialogues with modern disillusionment, swapping out 17th-century piety for 21st-century burnout. The language oscillates between Taylor’s ornate metaphors and fragmented free verse, creating this eerie bridge across centuries.
Another layer comes from visual adaptations. There’s an indie comic series, 'The Wheat and the Tare,' that transposes Taylor’s biblical allegories into a dystopian sci-fi setting. The protagonist grapples with faith while navigating a corporatized Eden, and the artist deliberately mimics Taylor’s emblematic style in panel layouts. It’s niche, but the subreddit for it is weirdly active—full of heated debates about whether Taylor would’ve approved of cyborgs in his parables. Personally, I love how these experiments amplify his work’s emotional core rather than just intellectualizing it. His obsession with divine love feels almost punk rock when stripped of its historical context and flung into modern chaos.