Note: Originally meant to be posted on December 3, 2013.
I’m kind of divided on thinking if I should really place this book in this category or not. 1,630 more words
I will make you brooches and toys for your delight
Of bird-song at morning and star-shine at night.
I will make a palace fit for you and me… 90 more words
by Shane L. Larson
The surface of the Earth is the shore of the Cosmic Ocean. What a poetic and evocative turn of phrase. Lying in the grass of my backyard under the cathedral of night, the diaphanous arch of the Milky Way soaring overhead, it’s easy to understand the comparison to the sea. 1,911 more words
Robert Louis Stevenson died on 3 December 1894. He was forty-four years old. Here he is, looking elegant in a John Singer Sargent portrait…
He was as dashing as the best of them… 64 more words