Who really knows, who can tell How many will die from a poisoned well? When courting bitterness be well aware That the corpse on one’s back will be rotting there And the hatred without will seep to within, No matter how stubborn, or how thick the skin. Joanne Hart, Cape Town  

I might not have it all, and what I’ve got may not last for all the days of my life. But I have it right now. I have the words. So, I’m lonely (a circumstantial and temporary loneliness), and I can feel Time sanding me down and sucking me dry. But I’m not alone:  I […]