I am a case study in creation, deconstructing souls even as my larynx forms songs. What is happening up there where the intellect resides, between synapse and stardust? And where does it go when the sparks die?
A teacher’s a treasure impossibly rare, an expert who’s taken the time out to care She gives of herself through the hours and years – her wisdom and laughter, her knowledge, her tears Her brain is a beacon, heart blazing with light – because of her caring, the future’s made… Continue reading
In Flanders’ fields, the poppies blow, and we who walk among them know that here men fought, and bravely died with equal courage, side by side; the lark has overcome the crow. We touch the Dead in memory – embrace them through the century. The earth enshrines their valiant hearts… Continue reading