“Who says there’s just one safe way to walk, one road properly lit, and the rest – all slippery water, unmarked?”

If our dreams could edit the news (and sometimes our nightmares) these poems are how they’d wake us up to the urgency of our times.

coming to the end of spring / my grandmother kicks off her shoes / steps out of her faltering body.

The first thing the federal government can do to help is get out of the way.

We have no desire to convince anyone that there is only one way by which faith can be acquired.

I made a lot of people laugh, made a lot of people cry in a good way, brought a lot of joy to people, picked up a lot of garbage. And in all those years, I saw a lot. I went to foreign lands. I met interesting people. And I got it!

Nobody asks to be a hero, it just sometimes turns out that way.

The band never actually split up – we just stopped speaking to each other and went our own separate ways.

Winning is a way of expressing yourself.

Love is a two way dream.

It is up to each voter to evaluate honesty and competency in a factual, therefore fair way.