Pruning Time

To write, or not to do so,in ink, pixels, or pencil;to express my views or not,and risk being ostracized? This climate of intolerancesprung up as if overnight, from an inflexible critiqueof everything under the sun. The seasons are changingand the times are rearranging;the values of the past have become,like branches that must be pruned. Yet,Continue reading “Pruning Time”