As children, some of us liked magic and fantasy, more than reality. So, we became writers. – Dr.SunWolf, professorsunwolf.com
The paradox of gifts: I know what I have given you. I do not know what you have received. – Dr.SunWolf, professorsunwolf.com
Indigo shadows encourage tantalizing gossip in an orchard, while a tall redwood throws poems on the forest floor. The nightlife of trees. – Dr.SunWolf, professorsunwolf.com
He stood in stillness in an ancient grove of redwood trees, waiting for a wandering poem to land on him. – Dr.SunWolf, professorsunwolf.com