Give me a thousand kisses, then a hundred, then a thousand more.
Who says there's just one safe way to walk, one road properly lit, and the rest - all slippery water, unmarked?
coming to the end of spring my grandmother kicks off her shoes steps out of her faltering body.
If our dreams could edit the news (and sometimes our nightmares) these poems are how they'd wake us up to the urgency of our times.
Love without truth is sentimentality; it supports and affirms us but keeps us in denial about our flaws. Truth without love is harshness; it gives us information but in such a way that we cannot really hear it.
The greatness of work is inside man.
Grant me the grace to dissolve my negative thoughts about myself today. I breathe the grace of kindness into my heart. And may the grace of healing flow abundantly to every one in need of help.
It's easier to make an album, harder to figure out how to get people to notice it.