How frail the human heart must be―a mirrored pool of thought. ― Sylvia Plath, Letters Home. (Faber & Faber April 19, 1999) Originally published January 1st 1975.
I know that hope is the hardest love we carry. — Jane Hirshfield, from “Hope and Love,” The Lives of the Heart (Harper Perennial, 1997)
…the silence of God is God. ― Carolyn Forché, The Angel of History. (Harper Perennial; Reprint edition February 3, 1995)
You Reading This, Be Ready Starting here, what do you want to remember? How sunlight creeps along a shining floor? What scent of old wood hovers, what softened sound from outside fills the air? Will you ever bring a better gift for the world than the breathing respect that you carry wherever you go right… Continue reading William Stafford
Relationships take time. They are days and nights and weeks. They are stretched and worked and kneaded into something you never imagined they could be. But when they are over, the end comes so quickly you barely have time to breathe, to blink. They are minutes and seconds, and one moment you have everything and… Continue reading Ted Michael
If you could only see what suffering the moon displays without trying. —Vicente Aleixandre, from “My Voice,” A Longing for the Light: Selected Poems. (Copper Canyon Press, 2007)
The moon will never lie to anyone. Be like the moon. No one hates the moon or wants to kill it. The moon does not take antidepressants and never gets sent to prison. The moon never shot a guy in the face and ran away. The moon has been around a long time and has… Continue reading Henry Rollins