In the total darkness, poetry is still…

To send light into the darkness of men’s hearts – such is the duty of the artist.-Robert Schumann (1810 – 1856) The darkness of death is like the evening twilight; it makes all objects appear more lovely to the dying.- Jean Paul (1763 – 1825) Knowing your own darkness is the best method for dealing… Continue reading In the total darkness, poetry is still…

Memories are the key not to the past…

I love having my ghosts, and I love having my memories.-Debbie Reynolds (1932 – 2016) When memories fade, can one ever really return home?-Floyd Skloot (b. 1947) Memories are like stones, time and distance erode them like acid.-Ugo Betti (1892 – 1953) I acknowledge the privilege of being alive in a human body at this… Continue reading Memories are the key not to the past…