Image: Nighthawks, by Edward Hopper
Loneliness is not an accident or a choice.
It’s an uninvited and uncreated companion.
It slips in beside you when you are not aware that a… 364 more words
The elms stretched themselves in indolent joy,
arching over the street that lay in green shadow
under their loose tent. 98 more words
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What is the value of poetry in such a brutal world?
You’d have to ask that about all the arts. They lift everyone up.