Prelude
This poem was inspired by a moment of brightness that lit up my garden in County Antrim, Northern Ireland. In the background is the picture of a little child, full […]
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A Galatian Marriage Discouraged with the impiety of feminine nature, the artist Pygmalion sculpts his vision of a perfect woman. He falls in love with his creation, named Galatea, […]
Oh, what a Blessed race are we Whose souls are nourished by Adjectival Waters Freely flowing as brooks from a Substantive Sea. Only by that water do we live, move […]
“My spirits rose as I went deeper into the forest … I found cheerfulness to be like life itself – not to be created by any argument”[1] – George MacDonald, […]