How often have I enviedan artist, poet, writerwishing I could dowhat they appearto exclusively know. But then I probe,disentangle thoughtfind inner worldsunschooled, distraughtprocessed differentlyexpressed untwirled My words carrymy pulse, my hue;and so do theirsshort or longeach voice uniquea sovereign song. styles can be comparedtechniques admiredbut never the flameThe spirit’s fire burnsin its own name. RXC … Continue reading To Each Their Own
To Each Their Own
