Working Man Reads

“Hidden in the pockets of the things that frighten him most is the realization that he doesn’t like his mother. Once, he did, but she was different back then, full of love and light. Now she’s a ghost playing at being alive, a faded sheet hung upon a coatrack, only there to ensure he doesn’t become a ghost too.”
― Kealan Patrick Burke, We Live Inside Your Eyes

“These sounds belong to the same unfinished poem as you and your fistful of years like copper coins.
It wouldn’t be poetry without you.”
― Jarod K. Anderson, Field Guide to the Haunted Forest

“There is always the danger that those who think alike should gravitate together into ‘coteries’ where they will henceforth encounter opposition only in the emasculated form of rumor that the outsiders say thus and thus. The absent are easily refuted, complacent dogmatism thrives, and differences of opinion are embittered by group hostility. Each group hears not the best, but the worst, that the other groups can say.”
― C.S. Lewis, God in the Dock: Essays on Theology and Ethics