We are all instruments pulling the bows across our own lungs. Windmills, still startling in every storm. Have you ever seen a newborn blinking at the light? I wanna do that every day. I wanna know what the kite called itself when it got away, when it escaped into the night.

So guess what, if I ever have my own team I am picking everyone first even the worst kid and the kid with the stutter like a skipping record 'cause I know all of us are scratched, even if you can't hear it when we speak.

I write because it is while I'm writing that I feel most connected to why we're here. I write because silence is a heavy weight to carry. I write to remember. I write to heal. I write to let the air in. I write as a practice of listening.

I don't have a single plan for my life more important than learning to love people well.

Love is like sunshine. Sometimes you have to get burned to know you were there. I want to know that I'm here.

None of us are pretty, but our ugly has an alibi.

I’ve written this poem before but always through a window, never through an open door.