Where do you get your inspiration when you begin to write. Some of us get thoughts in the bath tub. Let me know where some of you get your ideas. Susan
the early morning air is still and sharp, pebbles crunch underfoot; wind-falls fill the compost; under bunches of apple-bowed branch I duck; open broken compost lid, chuck in pomaceous peel, used t…
Source: the early morning air is still
This poem is written about people who have lost sons and daughters.
i get drunk on mere words, only tipsy with wine, if cops say: walk – my feet true to line! i do enjoy beer drinking but stop at glass two, i’m the old fashion type, no el-vino yahoo! with man…
Source: drunk on mere words
One of the set readings for this Sunday, whose theme is hospitality, is the beautiful opening of Hebrews 13 which reads: Let brotherly love continue.Be not forgetful to entertain strangers: for the…