by W. B. Yeats
Though leaves are many, the root is one;
Through all the lying days of my youth
I swayed my leaves and flowers in the sun;
Now I may wither into the truth.
Born in Crabtown, Moved to Beantown
Fleeting Emotions, perpetual words.
Intriguing short stories, poetry, christian fantasy, historical dramatization, and science fiction
“Between us and heaven or hell is only life, which is the frailest thing in the world.”.
Awakening the spirit through baring my soul
seeking sublime surrender
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A place for short fiction and poetry while your coffee brews or your tea steeps
Exploring the human experience, one cup of coffee at a time.
...in my Mind's Eye
"I tramp the perpetual journey." Walt Whitman
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My sarcastic travels through life while trying to remain true to myself and not kill others.
A Continuing Revolution
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THE DRIVELLINGS OF TWATTERSLEY FROMAGE