There Never Was A War That Was

Which Of Us Has Not Been Stunned By The Beauty Of An Animal's Skin Or Its Flexibility In Motion?

Hindered Characters / Seldom Have Mothers / In Irish Stories, But They All Have Grandmothers.

Conscious Writing Can Be The Death Of Poetry.

Poetry Is The Art Of Creating Imaginary Gardens With Real Toads.

The Heart That Gives, Gathers.