Poetry and art nourish the soul of the world with the flavor-filled substances of beauty, wisdom and truth.

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

The music of revelation announces itself to the reader in somber brooding tones or in melodies light as air and one is invited to dance with the most captivating of partners: poetry.

A poet is a verb that blossoms light in gardens of dawn, or sometimes midnight.

The birth of a true poet is neither an insignificant event nor an easy delivery. Complications generally begin long before the fated soul carries its dubious light into whatever womb has been kind enough to volunteer the intricate machinery of its blood and prayers and muscles for a gestation period much longer than nine months or even nine years.

Even when muddy your wings sparkle bright wonders that heal broken worlds.