Happy Sunday, everyone! I have nothing really meaningful to say today. I’m home at my parents’ house, attempting to take more photos of the cats (like I needed an excuse for more of those), helping out with my cousin’s campaign, and just gearing up for the coming week. And so I don’t [...]

And then the day came,
when the risk
to remain tight
in a bud
was more painful
than the risk
it took
to Blossom.

To shake the crud-fest that has been this week, I bring you a poem from another favorite poet. Dedicated to ma puce, who has put up with my incessant whining through it all.
if i love You
(thickness means
worlds inhabited by roamingly
stern bright faeries
if you love
me) distance is mind carefully
luminous with innumerable gnomes
Of complete dream
if we [...]

Why, who makes much of a miracle?
As to me, I know of nothing else but miracles,
Whether I walk the streets of Manhattan,
Or dart my sight over the roofs of houses toward the sky,
Or wade with naked feet along the beach, just in the edge of the water,
Or stand under trees in the woods,
Or talk by [...]

It’s late (early?). I think I’m having one of those days. You know what I mean.
I’ve been reading more Gibran and reflecting. I’ve already shared my favorite chapter of The Prophet. Here’s #3 favorite. I’d share #2 but it’s a bit on the heavy personal side. Perhaps [...]