by Lane | Poetry, Writing
Who among us does not have dreams that this year will be different? It is not over, this birthing. There are always newer skies into which God can throw stars. You enter the extraordinary by way of the ordinary. In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit. Even a...
by Lane | Poetry, Writing
Between This line And the next I may have Fought a dragon Or was it a dragonfly? Between This line And the next I may have strolled around the block Or down the lane On another planet. Between This line And the next I may have chatted with a friend Over a...