Writers are masters of encapsulation. Especially in poetry, the economy of words is all at the artist's disposal; and with these alone, they make an entire universe of thought into a digestible piece of literature.
From what I have read so far, Bruce Goldstein has taken a great deal of my own reality - my struggles and my victories - and poured it onto paper before sandwiching it between two hard covers.
Just a short time ago, I found myself almost totally unable to do what I do best: write. Despite medicine and past attempts at therapy, I was still fighting against severe depression and mental chaos. But in an answer to prayer, I received a miraculous gift which seems to have turned my life around for the better.
I was given a dog.
After scouring Craigslist, I was given the opportunity to handpick what was left of a litter of lab mixes. It was an easy pick. Despite some obvious timidity, one particular female walked right up to me. I picked her up and didn't put her down again until I was setting her down in my lap for the trip home.
We're slowly becoming a symbiotic pair.
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