As I sit atop this lofty tor, Looking out upon snow-ribboned moor, I thank the Lord he made me poor In riches yes but beauties no. The...

A poem about making the most of the time we have.

Life should neither be some walking shadow, nor a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing. Macbeth is wrong....

Whimsical first steps to writing our novel.