The thousands small birds of January in their smooth soaring cloud finding the trees.

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

The hands are churches that worship the world.

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

My father was very disappointed by war and fighting. And he thought language could help us out of cycles of revenge and animosity. And so, as a journalist, he always found himself asking lots of questions and trying to gather information. He was always very clear to underscore the fact that Jewish people and Arab people were brother and sister.

Sometimes there’s no one to listen to what you really might like to say at a certain moment. The paper always listens.

As a direct line to human feeling, empathic experience, genuine language and detail, poetry is everything that headline news is not. It takes us inside situations, helps us imagine life from more than one perspective, honors imagery and metaphor - those great tools of thought - and deepens our confidence in a meaningful world.