If you’re gonna write, for God in heaven’s sake, try to get naked. Try to write...– Author and playwright Harry Crews, who died yesterday at 76. (via washingtonpoststyle)
From the Mountains
They called it Wilderness but to me it looked like a jungle on a narrow foot path, all was silent, save for our feet, voices and breath in our ears To the right of us the mountains stole glances at us through breaks in the forest Bare trees, no leaves, looking naked in the winter sunlight We switched back until I lost count But stumbled upon a clearing Rocks and needly branches A blue...