A poem (surely someone has said this before) is a one-night stand, a short story a love affair, and a novel a marriage.

... what is great poetry, after all, but the continuation of the human voice after death?

We find our calling or it finds us, and it's a sin against the fates not to use your talent when you have it.

We've shown again and again, in every UN report on the status of women, that wherever women control their own bodies and have access to education, societies prosper. Men's fortunes go up, children's fortunes go up. This is not news - it's been proven repeatedly. Anywhere those things are threatened, we have to defend them.

Poetry is fired by love.

O what is it about having one's own Babe upon one's Hip that makes a Woman wish to go home to her Mother? A Desire to say: 'Look, the Circle is compleat'? A Desire to say: 'Look, I have cross'd the Divide and now am more like you'? A Desire to say: 'Look, this Babe I offer you is my most precious Gift'?

Since flesh can't stay, we pass the words along.