So, today my niece told me that she writes poetry. She even narrated me three poems straight from memory. Surprised by no little means, remembering the poems I write by word is a feat that I have never managed to achieve. I do admit that I have written complex poems and simple, but for her... Continue Reading →
Ramble and Fumble 3: A Plea to the Gallant
The journey from a shore to the top of a hill is neither straightforward nor short. It also does not mean the very start of a journey. It is the start of another journey. We have a habit of discounting whatever we have achieved up to a point whenever we are faced with the prospect... Continue Reading →