To me, true friendship smells of Drakkar Noir.
When discouragement intrudes, defy it.
Peace does not dwell in outward things....
She closed her eyes, And then the Fire went Out.
Dear Father, You have been silent for so long. I ask not “Why?” but “What?”
Does this form lend itself to a dark theme or a bright one? You decide.
This week's tutorial features two sample poems: "Red Pencil" and "Mountains and Valleys."
A lump came in my throat The day I walked in the back room and saw The Chair...
"Patience is not a pause in productivity, but a path to it."
“Every family needs knee-slapping, knee-bending, and knee-bowing.”