Do you look upon me as an unused pen Or an instrument prepared and poised to write The words and works that speak of such
Isn’t it interesting how certain pieces of music grip us and follow us throughout our lives? As a lover of liturgy, I welcome these key
I’ve read a lot of dystopian novels and, interestingly, they all seem to suggest the same elements for the destruction of a functioning, fulfilling society.
For about a year now, I’ve had a silly idea for a story. Finally, I worked up the courage to write it and share it
When I was in grad school, I asked a fellow student to grab coffee. She was a few steps (and degrees) ahead of me, but
This is the space between all life and death, Between his final cry and second-first breath;The stillness between singing and applause,Between the reign of love