“All novels, all poetry, are built to the never-ending contest in ourselves of good and evil. And it occurs to me that evil must constantly respawn, while good, while virtue, is immortal. Vice has always a new fresh young face, while virtue is venerable as nothing else in the world is.”—John Steinbeck, East of […]
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Journal Pages / Poetry
SMALL THINGS
Small things mean more than we imagine. Be grateful for when, and in whom, they show.
Journal Pages / Quick Thought
BANKS OF THE RAPPAHANNOCK
I did not know it then, but those would become some of my favorite days: spring in a southern town, reading and writing in the light of the world where war once raged but lives now in a quiet peace; where the end of a river runs over shallow rock shelves before spreading and […]