I have risen to a body not yet born, existing like a light around a body through which the body moves like a sliding moon.
The candle is not lit To give light, but to testify to the night.
I think more and more people are recognizing how much adults and elders are actually needed. That's a gift of the sibling society.
The lead either forges an instant connection with the reader, or the package fails.
Every part of our personality that we do not love will become hostile to us.
I felt a longing to compose a radical or root poem that would speak to what has its back turned to me.