Energy is everything. Rubbing happy and sad together creates energy.

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.

Where we live in the world is never one place. Our hearts, those dogged mirrors, keep flashing us moons before we are ready for them.

why are we so monumentally slow?

We dropped our troubles into the lap of the storyteller, and they turned into someone else's.

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.

Poetry calls us to pause. There is so much we overlook, while the abundance around us continues to shimmer, on its own.