“ some poems frothand foam and rise...out of my morning cup ofmist-sweetened coffee. ”
The splendid thingabout falling apartsilently...is thatyou can start overas many timesas you like.
~ Sanober Khan
even in the loneliest momentsi have been therefor myself.
Wordsare powerfulforces of nature.they are destruction.they are nourishment. they are flesh. they are water.they are flowers and bone.they burn. they cleansethey erase. they etch. they can eitherleave youfeelinghomelessor brimmingwith home.
some winterswill never meltsome summerswill never freezeand some things will only... live in poems.
