oh captain, my captain (and cream puffs of possibility)
cookies / kirsch / sweets

oh captain, my captain (and cream puffs of possibility)

In high school, I treasured my copy of Leaves of Grass – it was a gift from the Walt Whitman Society, a prize, along with cash for winning first place prize in their annual poetry contest. (I know…I was super cool)His words word transcendent to me – liquid spirituality pouring from the pages.  I wanted … Continue reading

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