Poetry Calls Us To Pause. There Is

I Grew Up In St. Louis In A Tiny House Full Of Large Music - Mahalia Jackson And Marian Anderson Singing Majestically On The Stereo, My German-american Mother Fingering 'the Lost Chord' On The Piano As Golden Light Sank Through Trees, My Palestinian Father Trilling In Arabic In The Shower Each Dawn.

I Say Yes When I Mean No And The Wrinkle Grows.

I'm Writing Mostly To Thank You For Living You Eighty Years And To Tell You I Love You And Think Of You Often.

Teaching And Writing Are Separate, But Serve/feed One Another In So Many Ways. Writing Travels The Road Inward, Teaching, The Road Out - Helping Others Move Inward - It Is An Honor To Be With Others In The Spirit Of Writing And Encouragement.

I Think The Job Of Writing And Literature Is To Encourage Each One Of Us To Believe That We're Living In A Story.