Poetic Distillation

February 22, 2021

POETIC DISTILLATION

Humanity has pursued truth since antiquity; I wonder when truth acquired such ambiguity.
February 16, 2021

POETIC DISTILLATION

Poetry puts the rhythm into your days and, at night, wraps both your joys and sorrows in starlight.
February 16, 2021

POETIC DISTILLATION

A squeezed heart drops blood; it leaves an indelible stain like battle-churned mud.
February 16, 2021

POETIC DISTILLATION

Today, we don’t look in a pond and fall in love with our reflection, we look at ourselves on social media and hope that others will […]
February 16, 2021

POETIC DISTILLATION

Nothing comes from nothing, so Lear understood, yet Cordelia’s refusal to flatter him did him the world of good.
February 16, 2021

POETIC DISTILLATION

No doubt our bard, Bill, downed many a pint of beer on his way to becoming a playwright without peer.