On the death of my poetry professor
When creative people fall asleep…
When creative people fall asleep…
How do you recover after a soul-crushing split? Being dumped is agonizing. Here’s some wisdom I’ve gleaned over the years.
It’s not just ornaments we hang on the tree every year…
You won’t be around much longer….another 50 or 60 years MAX before you’re worm food…
We are starved for the holy. I saw a nun walking down the sidewalk the other day…
Maybe it’s not wrong to feel all those emotions; maybe they were put there for a reason.