“The rainbows that dangle upon this mist: shatter. Like the smile of a child separated from his mother’s milk for the very first time.from poem Blood and Blossoms”

It takes a lot of beautiful love, uncommon sincerity, and spitfire courage to do that.

When we vote we participate in the construction of a context.

She [Whitney Houston] inherited gifts for skillfully interpreting lyrics and endowing them with new depth and jeweled nuance.

Valentines Day itself, like most holidays in the modern era, has been heavily influenced by commercialism that focuses on the appeal of romantic fantasies.

What more civilized way for people to alleviate the same than by giving themselves to one another as brothers and sisters in deed as well as in word?

You are the hybrids of golden worlds and ages splendidly conceived.

The words ‘I Love You’ kill, and resurrect millions, in less than a second.

A world without poetry and art would be too much like one without birds or flowers: bearable but a lot less enjoyable.

The literary artist lends verbal depth to the visual. The visual artist provides visible articulation for the literary.

While it is unlikely that poetry or art shall eliminate the reality of war in the twenty-first century, it is thrilling to know there remain individuals, and even entire communities,

What a lover’s heart knows let no man’s brain dispute.

Before the thunderous clamor of political debate or war set loose in the world, love insisted on its promise for the possibility of human unity

Where she offers the kind of insights into the spiritual aspects of Michael Jackson’s creative artistry that mainstream media mostly ignores.

President Obama appears to me to have elevated and implemented the artist-activist concept to the role of empowered servant-leader.

The Emancipation Proclamation…can remind us in 2013 of all the mistakes we never want to commit again but it can also motivate us to fulfill to an ever greater degree

The reality of a serious writer is a reality of many voices, some of them belonging to the writer, some of them belonging to the world of readers at large.

When the fruit appears the blossom drops off. Love of God is the fruit, and rituals are the blossom.

We are ever blossoming.

The blossom cannot tell what becomes of its odor, and no person can tell what becomes of his or her influence and example.

Gray hairs are death’s blossoms.

Gratitude is the fairest blossom which springs from the soul.

Spill yourself onto the page with ink and a half healed heart and watch the words blossom.

He who lives only unto himself withers and dies, while he who forgets himself in the service of others grows and blossoms.

You deflowered me. Still I blossomed.