Auden once said, "A culture is no better than its woods." But we live far away from the woods. We have never seen the Haunted Pass or the Black Pools. We have pushed the woods back to the lonely corners of our souls. To manicured patches on highway medians. To well-shorn hedges in the suburbs. Like them, we are trimmed, groomed and pleasant to smell. Our refined sensibilities are offended when we meet Romulus and Remus, the brothers raised by wolves. But they have something we do not. A danger. A life-giving wildness found only in the woods. And it takes this feral soul to create something great, like Rome. - excerpt from Heroic Path 



Fall in love with great stories, with those you cannot put down. Devour poetry and words that make your heart beat in your stomach. Pour over them, read them again and again. And remember: stop waiting for permission, you are a writer now. - John Sowers