It’s not our job to toughen our children up to face a cruel and heartless world....– L.R.Knost (via thatkindofwoman) PREACH.
After learning my flight was detained 4 hours, I heard the announcement: If...– Naomi Shihab Nye (b. 1952), “Wandering Around an Albuquerque Airport Terminal.” I think this poem may be making the rounds, this week, but that’s as it should be. (via awelltraveledwoman)
The world is full of loss; bring, wind, my love, my home is where we...– Muriel Rukeyser, “Song” (via aubade)
I exist in two places, here and where you are– Margaret Atwood (via theantidote)
I have to write a poem today.
It would figure on the first of the month that I committed to write one each day, I’d feel like so ill. I ache everywhere and it hurts to move. I have to find the strength to open up to writing…and if I am honest with myself, it’s not just how awful I feel today that’s the problem.