Today life opened inside me like an egg.
Poetry to me is prayer.
A woman who writes feels too much.
Talk to me about sadness. I talk about it too much in my own head but I never mind others talking about it either; I occasionally feel like I tremendously need others to talk about it as well.
Abundance is scooped from abundance yet abundance remains.
I am teaching... This year it's kind of like having a love affair with a rhinoceros.