"During one of those winters of school teaching I boarded in a very cold farmhouse. In the evenings, after a day of strenuous school work, I would be too tired to write. So I religiously arose an hour earlier in the mornings for that purpose. For five months I got up at six o'clock and dressed by lamplight. The fires would not yet be on, of course ( Read more... )

Night in Arizona

The moon is a charring ember Dying into the dark; Off in the crouching mountains Coyotes bark.

The stars are heavy in heaven, Too great for the sky to hold -- What if they fell and shattered The earth with gold?

No lights are over the mesa, The wind is hard and wild, I stand at the darkened window And cry like a child. Sara ( Read more... )

Bright note to a terrible day: Robin McKinley has a blog: robinmckinley.livejournal.com