Quotes by : Harley King

Our flesh is a gift of laughter.

Reading haiku is as much an art as writing it. The reader needs to pause and listen to the silences,....

All things old become new again. In my youth the athletes had crew cuts and the hippies had long hair.....

Sometimes we fight who we are, struggling against ourselves and our natures. But we must learn to accept....

Story is a butterfly whose wings transport us to another world where we receive gifts that change who....

Memory shimmers as a crystal lakethat reflects all things invisible.

Life often is a bucket of water sitting on a farmer’s porch. Our choice is in the drinking.

I climb aboard my tricycle and pedal my heart to the stars.

Sometimes we wait too long for the forgiveness of our fathers.

Celebrate the gift of memory.