Poetry is ordinary language raised to the Nth power. Poetry is boned with ideas, nerved and blooded with emotions, all held together by the delicate, tough skin of words.

Poetry is ordinary language raised to the Nth power. Poetry is boned with ideas, nerved and blooded with emotions, all held together by the delicate, tough skin of words.

Wisdom is knowing when you can't be wise.

The sharpest memory of our old-fashioned Christmas eve is my mother's hand making sure I was settled in bed.