More people than ever are slowly but surely turning their ears toward poetry

When I wake up in the morning, the first things that I see are the clouds. They're right there. I look out my window now and there's always, always a black bird of some sort on the ledge there. Usually I wake up and look at the birds.

I'm usually trying to get back into the dream or analyzing the dream. And yeah, the days, most days begin like that.

My love is my soul's imagination. How do I love you? Imagine.

If not then you must be trying to hear us and in such cases we cannot be heard. We remain in the darkness, unseen. In the center of unpeeled bananas, we exist. Uncolored by perception. Clothed to the naked eye. Five senses cannot sense the fact of our existence. And that's the only fact. In fact, there are no facts.

There's so much to be found in literature, especially if you don't have the money to travel or the means to get out of your neighborhood or get off work.

this is her body this is her blood