By Avellina Balestri, August 25, 2015 Word Count: 248 Rating: G Summary: A poem of Chesterton, Tolkien, Lewis, Noyes & Jacques. Why do our stories March on before us? Those who remember them Oft times ignore us But our presence is there; Our spirit-borne breath Enlivens each telling Defying our deaths *** It is that!... Continue Reading →
"There I’ll sit, lonely and cramped, with no one flipping through my pages, no one looking for the secrets hidden in these leather-bound walls."