I take a deep breath

The S-L-O-W breath is not anxious or hurried. Its journey is resolute, measured, sublime, destined. How overlooked. How magnificent. How perfect.

What is it about poetry?

What is it about poetry that gets to us? that speaks to us? that opens our unhearing ears and unseeing eyes?

Love Opens

Love opens: such simple words, uttered in a world where too many doors are slamming shut.