-
Two Roads…
In seventh grade we had to memorize the poem “The Road Not Taken” by Robert Frost. Two roads diverged in a yellow wood and sorry I could not travel both And be one…
-
To Write Someting Beautiful…
The urge to write something beautiful claws just beneath my skin. I want to shout prose from rooftops, bury it in the dirt and watch it curl lovely branches into the sky, in…