From yesterday’s The Writer’s Almanac: My advice to you is not to inquire why or whither but just enjoy your ice cream while it’s on your plate. — Thornton Wilder 1897
The magic that keeps thee shall shine • like the stars above on my baby so fine Continue reading →
there on the path laid a plot twist. What can you do? Apparently I can’t even stay in charge when the work is seventeen syllables at a time. Continue reading →
Started off with a haiku that didn’t quite fit the mold, although I really liked the strange concept. Continue reading →
Sweet china dish • I see you there each night Continue reading →
Art is always and everywhere the secret confession, and at the same time the immortal movement of its time.
