The Creative Is Not Just a Decoration

Iask you to bring something, yes. And is this something you've written recently? Yes, it's not that long and i cant. Have only been reading it in the last year or so. It's a sonnet, 14 lines, called the life line. Here is what i know when that bell tolls again, i need to go and make something, anything, a poem, a pie, a terrible scarf, with my terrible knitting. I need to write a letter, remind myself of any little life line around me. When death sounds, i forget most of what i learnt before i go below. I compare my echoes with other people's happiness. I carve that hole