I had my

first taste

And I flew

to China

And I caught

a snowflake

between my


Climbed a

willow tree

Sang a

sweet song

Ate the fruit

of a blossom

Let the sounds

flow into

my ears

Watched the

sights trickle

on past

Took off the mask

and watched

you gasp

Let it slip

from my vision

Channeled the flow

of hope

Carried a

deep love

Lived a

true life



 Books are personal, passionate.They stir emotions and spark thoughts in a manner all their own, and I’m convinced that the shattered world has less hope for repair if reading becomes an ever smaller part of it.

                                                                                                                                             – Frank Bruni

To live entirely in public is a form of solitary confinement.

                                                                                                                                            – Margaret Atwood