Maybe When Your Mother Died Young, You

I Want To Be Famous In The Way A Pulley Is Famous, Or A Buttonhole, Not Because It Did Anything Spectacular, But Because It Never Forgot What It Could Do.

The Writing Of Kathleen Mcgookey Shines More Brightly Than Most Fine Things We Feel Pleasure To Read. Celebrate It!

Poetry Calls Us To Pause. There Is So Much We Overlook, While The Abundance Around Us Continues To Shimmer, On Its Own.

The Hands Are Churches That Worship The World.

I Want To Be Someone Making Music/with My Coming.