“Most poems are never finished,” (I was defensive). He sighed: “No, most poems are never started.” – Dr.SunWolf, professorsunwolf.com
Invite your melancholy outside for a walk. Or read it a poem. Or bake it chocolate chip cookies. – Dr.SunWolf, professorsunwolf.com
Through the branches of a giant redwood tree already two thousand years old floats a magnificent butterfly, whose life is only two weeks. – Dr.SunWolf, professorsunwolf.com
She throws her coin into a fountain already filled with hopeful coins, yet wonders if the wishes might become tangled. – Dr.SunWolf, professorsunwolf.com