October 2011
3 posts
I do not aspire to write great poetry. I have found that such graspings lead to desperate failure. I simply and constantly work to write more and more honestly.
Greatness often sneaks up from behind and lingers in one’s shadow, never apparent to oneself.
And that’s the tragedy of it, I suppose, that the truly great cannot know it, and are, more often than not, driven by their own...
Spiced Mulled Apple Tea.
Things that make mornings better.
