Isn’t it wonderful the way the world holds both the deeply serious, and the unexpectedly mirthful?
It's morning, and again I am that lucky person who is in it.
After a cruel childhood, one must reinvent oneself. Then reimagine the world.
I consider myself kind of a reporter - one who uses words that are more like music and that have a choreography. I never think of myself as a poet; I just get up and write.
I don't want to end up simply having visited this world.
Wild sings the bird of the heart in the forests of our lives.