Tag: writer
To read or not to read
There was a short fiction book I started reading last year and after a day of pain-staking—that is, with much, much pain—comprehending, I decided to put it down. It has been more than a year since and I have yet to feel the need to pick it up again, wherever it is now. I had…
Song for the Muse of July
Why ought I write so long when the word Spirit brings me are few? So scarce whenever I ask So much when I could not care less And how, do you imagine? How do I care less about love? Love itself, the very foundation of my existential affections I love as much as I am…