Listen How They Say Your Name. If

I Wish Someone Had Told Me That My Stories Are Really Mine To Tell. In Other Words, Anything That I Think Is Important Or That Has Moved Me Has The Ability To Move Somebody Else.

I Think Children Have Talent And Insight, But It Gets Beaten Out Of Them.

We Tend To Be So Bombarded With Information, And We Move So Quickly, That There's A Tendency To Treat Everything On The Surface Level And Process Things Quickly. This Is Antithetical To The Kind Of Openness And Perception You Have To Have To Be Receptive To Poetry.poetry Seems To Exist In A Parallel Universe Outside Daily Life In America.

Don't Be So Fast, You're All You've Got.

I Was Pirouette And Flourish, I Was Filigree And Flame. How Could I Count My Blessings When I Didn't Know Their Names?