why are we so monumentally slow?

I am looking for the human who admits his flaws Who shocks the adversary By being kinder not stronger What would that be like? We don't even know

Before you know kindness as the deepest thing inside, you must know sorrow as the other deepest thing.

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

My mother used to tell me when I went somewhere, "Please leave your foolishness at home." But how could I do that? It was stuck on me.

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

Peter Conners stunning prose poems are packed with keen sensitivity, dreaminess, and wit. I love his time travels, the vibrant layering of image and detail. Try taking walks as you are reading this book- the dazzle of landscapes, inner and outer, feel replenished and rich. This is language and vision I want to come home to again and again.