tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5590457662412508233.post5327844635418820168..comments2023-11-03T03:49:08.187-05:00Comments on Where Poetry Goes to Die: 'The Calling' or 'The Boy and the Book'W.B. Picklesworthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03187309512838841997noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5590457662412508233.post-89362838330068366312011-11-12T10:52:27.427-06:002011-11-12T10:52:27.427-06:00Yes, the foundation has to come. He's startin...Yes, the foundation has to come. He's starting to get it. His mouth is lagging behind his brain, but he assigns pronounceable words to things he sees.W.B. Picklesworthhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03187309512838841997noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5590457662412508233.post-69848918513355409092011-11-05T10:36:31.956-05:002011-11-05T10:36:31.956-05:00The world awaits a curious mind
New adventure; fan...The world awaits a curious mind<br />New adventure; fantasy sublime<br />When words become crystal clear<br />Imagination grows from thereJohnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10361837738099549106noreply@blogger.com