It’s good to be on the warmer side of a rainy window. To watch it rain on others but not on you. To float in the dry silence of your own room To have nothing to do Nowhere to go To think of love and death as things that will happen to you on some … Continue reading The Warmer Side of a Rainy Window
Writing turns me into a little God sometimes, but more often, it makes me feel vulnerable. To write, I often have to give things up and retreat into my bubble. I have to face my thoughts and my emotions. I have to turn with my back to half the world so I can face the … Continue reading The Vulnerability of Being a Writer
Life, be kind to me Give me ten years more Give me twenty Give me a masterpiece of words Give me a woman to teach me love Give me nights of passion And quiet breakfasts in bed Give me a thousand great books to read Give me bicycle rides through the countryside Give me work … Continue reading Letter Left on the Windowsill at Dawn
