The trouble with religion is that it leaves little room for sin. |
That words can be plucked from the air and shaped into something beautiful is marvellous and wondrous indeed. |
Fiction is nothing but non-fiction couched to conceal the identity of the writer. |
The hottest fire forges the strongest metal |
If words were cozy shelters, then quite surely I had found a castle hidden beneath her tongue. |
One learns the thing by doing the thing; for though you think you know it, you have no certainty until you try. -by Sophocles |
Oh my heart |
'The clever cat eats cheese and breathes down rat holes with baited breath' |
It ain't good doing something when you aren't interested in it. |
Poetry purpose is to build connections by appealing to the senses. When we attempt to express our feelings, we open up a connection to understanding ourselves. When someone else reads what we express, there’s an a opportunity for a possible connection. |