Writers rarely get the opportunity to ‘toot their own horn’ so to speak. I always like to start off these interviews with a little intro and feel free to really go for it! Tell our readers a little bit about yourself, what you do and...
I want to publish
a book filled with poems
that you can’t read
you will have to touch them
you will have to breathe them in
the poems will be so small
that they will be written
on the hearts of hummingbirds
they will be so elegant
that they will resid...
'Meowls, barks, whines and oinks. There was even a hiss mixed in, all racing closer towards him. He could not see the animals through the glass doors yet, but something told the scientist it would only be a matter of time'
"You curl up in your new hideout, and the soft light of April afternoon washes your worn-out body. You are aware of my closeness. you confirm hat with a gentle sigh while my palm tenderly slide down your fur. You still like my touch, although pain is what you mostly fe...
"It sounds too simple. Cliché. But I believe there’s an upper limit to sadness. I don’t think that exists for happiness. Loving someone with all your heart sounds worth it. It’s the best risk you could possibly make."