My final (and 500th) entry inCourage at Twilighttouches on forgiveness, which I hold to be the most powerful transformative life force in the universe. As awesome as are the creative cosmological forces of nature, like black holes and supernovae and spiraling galaxies and evolution, the force...
And I found you enjoyed yourself more. I ended up joining the photography club later that year. Whenever we would go out on weekends, I was always taking pictures of you, catching the memories within a moment of time.You always loved my pictures. As we sat in my bedroom, I'd let ...
I had trouble saying what I really meant and what I really felt. things never got resolved.suddenly, it was starting to become abundantly clear;as to why they couldn’t hold down a job,as to why no one else would house them.we’d return to our corners,let some time blow over and...
by the time we met i was already broken a thousand pieces scattered round the world like so much garbage among the detritus were some damn fine things like shreds of hope bouquets of trust boxes of wonder jars of light and joy winds of change- ...
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he returned to New York. Except for travels to the Soviet Union and parts of the Caribbean, he lived in Harlem as his primary home for the remainder of his life. During the 1930s, he became a resident of Westfield, New Jersey for a time, sponsored by his patron Charlotte Osgood Mason...
19. A Time to Talk by Robert Frost When a friend calls to me from the road And slows hishorseto a meaning walk, I don’t stand still and look around On all the hills I haven’t hoed, And shout from where I am, What is it?
And much of the time it was all dirt and mud, and “mud” often meant what was left behind by the horses. When it first appeared, in the 1600s, sidewalk meant a minor lane or path off to the side of a main one. We might call those alleys and side streets now. By the early ...
Time cures youth with aging Immaturity’s just a noun Ignorance may be educated Drunkenness sobered down But stupid lasts forever Dumb legacies of a clown Those who just grow older Induce a scornful frown. Manhandled He: well-toned, tattooed, wearing only dick-stickers, phone in hand ...
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