The mind's passion is all for singling out. Obscurity has another tale to tell.
Strangers are an endangered species.
When a woman tells the truth she is creating the possibility for more truth around her.
Poetry is the liquid voice that can wear through stone.
In 1945, just at the end of World War II, the American poet Muriel Rukeyser wrote a remarkable book called The Life of Poetry. In it she says that on any particular day in the world, if poetry ceased to exist, it would immediately be reinvented on that same day.
If we had time and no money, living by our wits, what story would you tell?