Information’s pretty thin stuff unless mixed with experience.
It Is Not a Word It is not a word spoken, Few words are said; Nor even a look of…
Love bade me welcome; yet my soul drew back, Guilty of dust and sin. But quick-eyed Love, observing me grow…
The Hippopotamus Behold the hippopotamus! We laugh at how he looks to us, And yet in moments dank and grim,…