The greatest mystery is not that we have been flung, random, between profusion of matter and stars, but that within our prison we can draw from ourself images powerful enough to deny our nothingness.”
I started writing poetry, spontaneously, at age 10, by which time I was already "lost in literature" ... thanks to a mother who was a poet, and highly educated classicist, a maternal grandfather who was a master story-teller ... so: 58 years later: I may not...
Causes William Woodruff Supports
Your freedom to not be what other people think you are, were, or will be.
William’s Favorite Books
Too many to name ! My favorite this year, so far: Tim Maguire, "Stepsister."