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

For you who came so far; for you who held out, wearing a black scarf to signify grief; for you who believe true love can find you amidst this atlas of tears linking one town to its own memory of mortar, when it was still a dream to be built and people moved there, believing, and someone with sky and birds in his heart said this would be a good place for a park.

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

Read, Read, and then Read some more. Always Read. Find the voices that speak most to YOU. This is your pleasure and blessing, as well as responsibility!

Before you know what kindness really is you must lose things, feel the future dissolve in a moment like salt in a weakened broth.

only kindness that raises its head from the crowd of the world to say it is I you have been looking for, and then goes with you everywhere like a shadow or a friend.

It was terrible when a single conversation with someone determined your whole future relationship.