The way the plovers cry goodbye.The way the dead fox keeps on looking down the hill with open eye.The way
I was sad all day, and why not. There I was, books piledon both sides of the table, paper stacked
One day you finally knew what you had to do, and began, though the voices around you kept shouting their
The most regretful people on earth are those who felt the call to creative work, who felt their own creative
You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles
