Because Sometimes I Live In A Hurricane

Mystery: Everything Felt Better Before You Got There Than When You Actually Got There. When You Actually Got There, You Didn't Quite Have The Energy To Be There.

It Was Terrible When A Single Conversation With Someone Determined Your Whole Future Relationship.

We Dropped Our Troubles Into The Lap Of The Storyteller, And They Turned Into Someone Else's.

As A Direct Line To Human Feeling, Empathic Experience, Genuine Language And Detail, Poetry Is Everything That Headline News Is Not. It Takes Us Inside Situations, Helps Us Imagine Life From More Than One Perspective, Honors Imagery And Metaphor - Those Great Tools Of Thought - And Deepens Our Confidence In A Meaningful World.

Maybe We Try Too Hard To Be Remembered, Waking To The Glowing Yellow Disc In Ignorance, Swearing That Today Will Be The Day, Today We Will Make Something Of Our Lives. What If We Are So Busy Searching For Worth That We Miss The Sapphire Sky And Cackling Blackbird. What Else Is Missing? Maybe Our Steps Are Too Straight And Our Paths Too Narrow And Not Overlapping. Maybe When They Overlap Someone In Another Country Lights A Candle, A Couple Resolves Their Argument, A Young Man Puts Down His Silver Gun And Walks Away.