Through the mist or the snow if you look hard the castle of dreams is there beckoning you on...
Poetry is what in a poem makes you laugh, cry, prickle, be silent, makes your toenails twinkle, makes you want to do this or that or nothing, makes you know that you are alone in the unknown world, that you bliss and suffering is forever shared and forever all your own. - Dylan Thomas
Thursday, January 27, 2011
I have decided to be more regular on one blog than random on several, so please follow me at my other blog where I actually post things regularly...it is called Story Weaver's Knapsack and I just gave it a face lift!