I write when a poetic line comes to me at odd moments of the day. While I'm washing my hands in the bathroom, half way up my driveway doing chores, walking in between classes, basically anywhere where I have no pen or paper. So I have to rely on my bad memory. Dozens of possibly beautiful poems have been lost because of that.

'A Shade but in its mindful ones

Has immortality;

By living, me you keep alive,

By dying you slay me.

- Excerpt from Her Immortality by Thomas Hardy

~Shade