Because sometimes I live in a hurricane of words and not one of them can save me.

Later our dreams begin catching fire around the edges, they burn like paper, we wake with our hands full of ash.

I want to be famous in the way a pulley is famous, or a buttonhole, not because it did anything spectacular, but because it never forgot what it could do.

why are we so monumentally slow?

... the real heroes of race and culture would always be the people who stepped out of their own line to make a larger circle.

The writing of Kathleen McGookey shines more brightly than most fine things we feel pleasure to read. Celebrate it!

I have always loved the gaps, the spaces between things, as much as the things. I love staring, pondering, mulling, puttering. I love the times when someone or something is late-there's that rich possibility of noticing more, in the meantimePoetry calls us to pause. There is so much we overlook, while the abundance around us continues to shimmer, on its own.