"I was so willing to pull a page out of my notebook, a day, several bright days and live them as if I was only alive, thirsty, timeless, young enough, to do this one more time, to dare to have nothing so much to lose and to feel that potential dying ...

The Poets light but Lamps -/ Themselves - go out -/ The Wicks the stimulate - If vital Light// Inhere as do the Suns -/ Each Age a Lens/ Disseminating their/ Circumference Emily Dickinson Many moons ago, I had to write an educational philosophy st...

I’ll count all my days,even the nine months of days before I was born, to say  this exponential, growing “I love you.” From "One More Love Poem," by Dunya Mikhail This poem makes me think about creative love — the love it takes give bir...

Love, love, love, says Percy./ And hurry as fast as you can/ along the shining beach, or the rubble, or the dust./ Then, go to sleep./ Give up your body heat, your beating heart./ Then, trust. Mary Oliver [Advice from Mary Oliver's dog, Percy.] ...