Pencil shavings and Coffee stains

Coffee stains on the Table, Pencil shavings laid Untouched. The ruffling of the paper Gone quiet, And the thought in its Path somewhere stuck. The pen that freely Flowed, Now lay unused in The company Of the dormant stretch Of line That cleaved the Paper on its journey. Poets come and poets Go, But the … Continue reading Pencil shavings and Coffee stains

Quote 4: Anatole France

This one stumped me for a long time. I was actually considering skipping it and going on to the next one. But I stopped myself. I confess that I didn’t really understand what Mr. France here was trying to say; at least in essence. This sounded a little different from the advice we usually hear … Continue reading Quote 4: Anatole France