Poetry [is] more necessary than ever as a fire to light our tongues.

I'm writing mostly to thank you for living you eighty years and to tell you I love you and think of you often.

Being alive is a common road. It's what we notice makes us different.

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.

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

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

I love the solitude of reading. I love the deep dive into someone else's story, the delicious ache of a last page.