Without vision you don't see, and without practicality the bills don't get paid. Paul Engle billpaypracticality Change image and share on social
All families had their special Christmas food. Ours was called Dutch Bread, made from a dough halfway between bread and cake, stuffed with citron and every sort of nut from the farm - hazel, black walnut, hickory, butternut. Paul Engle blackbreadbutternut share on social
I wanted to write poetry almost a little more than I wanted to eat. Paul Engle eatpoetrywant Change image and share on social
I began to write poetry in high school, and would ride miles over sandy roads in the fine hills around Cedar Rapids, repeating the lines over and over until I had them right, making some of the rhythm of the horse help. Paul Engle begincedarfine share on social
The sharpest memory of our old-fashioned Christmas eve is my mother's hand making sure I was settled in bed. Paul Engle bedchristmaseve Change image and share on social
