We Dropped Our Troubles Into The Lap

If A Teacher Told Me To Revise, I Thought That Meant My Writing Was A Broken-down Car That Needed To Go To The Repair Shop. I Felt Insulted. I Didn't Realize The Teacher Was Saying, 'make It Shine. It's Worth It.' Now I See Revision As A Beautiful Word Of Hope. It's A New Vision Of Something. It Means You Don't Have To Be Perfect The First Time. What A Relief!

The Thousands Small Birds Of January In Their Smooth Soaring Cloud Finding The Trees.

A Boy Told Me If He Roller-skated Fast Enough His Loneliness Couldn't Catch Up To Him, The Best Reason I Ever Heard For Trying To Be A Champion. What I Wonder Tonight Pedaling Hard Down King William Street Is If It Translates To Bicycles. A Victory! To Leave Your Loneliness Panting Behind You On Some Street Corner While You Float Free Into A Cloud Of Sudden Azaleas, Pink Petals That Have Never Felt Loneliness, No Matter How Slowly They Fell.

For You Who Came So Far; For You Who Held Out, Wearing A Black Scarf To Signify Grief; For You Who Believe True Love Can Find You Amidst This Atlas Of Tears Linking One Town To Its Own Memory Of Mortar, When It Was Still A Dream To Be Built And People Moved There, Believing, And Someone With Sky And Birds In His Heart Said This Would Be A Good Place For A Park.

I Support All People On Earth Who Have Bodies Like And Unlike My Body.