Blog
Kahlil Gibran
Love has no desire but to fulfill itself: To melt and be a running book that sings its melody to the night, To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving.
Why Write?
What if I tell you that it’s just a story, A story of small things, even the smallest things, You know all about them, like knit and purl, Picking up and dropping stitches to continue Or stop the pattern. What if I say that not everything is a poem, The gurgling, swollen brown river, after … Continue reading Why Write?
Ring of Fire 