Why These Turbulent Times Are the Right Time for Kissing the Muse (From a Publishing Perspective)
by Robbyn Layne McGill There's a lot going on in our world. From inflation to climate change to poverty and social inequality to...
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When I Met My Muse
I glanced at her and took my glasses
off — they were still singing. They buzzed
like a locust on the coffee table and then
ceased. Her voice belled forth, and the
sunlight bent. I felt the ceiling arch, and
knew that nails up there took a new grip
on whatever they touched. “I am your own
way of looking at things,” she said. “When
you allow me to live with you, every
glance at the world around you will be
a sort of salvation.” And I took her hand.
~ William Stafford
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