imperfect prose on thursdays: in the valley of the children’s hospital

welcome to imperfect prose on thursdays. this week’s prompt is two-fold: a word: BELIEVE, or a photo (see left). feel free to link up below.”there’s no dark valley like the children’s hospital,” she says, and the words crumble like dry...

when is the time for love to be born? (and some printable christmas art)

this is no time for a child to be bornwith the earth betrayed by war and hateand a comet slashing the sky to warnthat time runs out and the sun burns latethat was no time for a child to be born,in a land in the crushing grip of Rome;honor and truth were trampled by...