"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...

People are curious. A few people are. … They will put things together, knowing, all along they may be mistaken. You see them going around with notebooks, scraping the dirt off gravestones, reading microfilm, just in the hope of seeing this trickle ...

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...