Every word is a messenger. Some have wings; some are filled with fire; some are filled with death.
Joy is not made to be a crumb. (Don't Hesitate)
Who do you want to be in your one wild and precious life?
What can we do but keep on breathing in and out, modest and willing, and in our places?
Because of the dog’s joyfulness, our own is increased. It is no small gift.
I worked probably 25 years by myself, just writing and working, not trying to publish much, not giving readings.