November 28, 2011
This is not a time for poetry, she said. Stepping into a shaft of sunlight as she broke my heart. It’s a time for practicality. And I thought, could there be a time more desperate for poetry? This isn’t a hundred years ago. You aren’t a hero in some epic tale. The sunlight fell along [...]
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November 15, 2011
We are natural story tellers. We tell our tales around the kitchen table, with grand gestures that make people laugh or in halting, toneless stammers. Every person recounts something, little or big, how the grocery shopping went, how they lived their life. It’s all a story to be told. Children’s tales of adventure, adult tales [...]
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