Along with you I now will wax poetic, As you cast your spell upon this bleak canalRevealing the beauty of the beaten trail,Rendering me, in

"An Active and Imaginative Life"
Along with you I now will wax poetic, As you cast your spell upon this bleak canalRevealing the beauty of the beaten trail,Rendering me, in
Until sent stepping down the pedals—scalar,My feet were not sure of their footing hereBut then, at once, my most pressing fearBecame naught but a small
Inspired by C.S. Lewis’ The Four Loves: My moon-sick eyes I turn from Sun above; Too brilliant, let me see yet silhouettes And trace them on
A year ago today I picked up a copy of Rupi Kaur’s Milk and Honey in a Waterstones in Cambridge. I read it cover-to-cover without
Awhirl before my eyes did swirl the sparks As one by one the candles turned to smoke And sitting there in silent, stillest dark, A
Too often, I find myself staring in admiration at my bookshelves. The ornate covers of collectables, the crackled pages of old favorites, the bright