"You're welcome to come and sit with me, but remember it's my parlor we're seated in."
I never write void of the world around me or its inhabitants. Always, I write, engaging the deeds of its inhabitants caused by the environment in which they live that shapes who they become. My desire is to engage the reader in thoughts of recreating that environment, exposing its flaws for self-examination and discovery of many untold secrets that created life as it is lived in this world of humans.
POEM OF THE DAY
By Helen Collier
I asked the Pando Trees.
What have they seen that I have not?
What have they felt that I have yet to feel?
What crimes of mankind burdens their souls?
Crimes I have yet to carry in my own.