These magicians, they hold our hearts in their hands, don't they? They could destroy as well as sap. Yet they give as well as take. They give - what is it? that undefinable, ineffable something? Oh yeah!

Does it - that hard flame of the stars - weld our hopes and dreams to the sky as well, to that magnificent, mystical something that is out there, calling to us? Or, Is that flame burning in her eyes, her

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A writer named Mark Waid put his own spin on an old quote about writing. He said he would tell his students “To open up their goddamned veins and bleed into the keyboard and MAKE. ME. FEEL.” And, you have

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Part of the greatness of poetry, the necessity of poetry, is that it links us with others who feel a camaraderie with those who “travel with a boat that can barely float”, and other feelings and experiences