I wrote too many poems in a language I did not yet know how to speak. - Andrea Gibson

Autumn is the hardest season. The leaves are all falling, and they're falling like
they're falling in love with the ground.

Fear is only a verb if you let it be.

Don’t you dare let go of my hand.

WHEN ASKED IF I BELIEVE IN “GOOD PEOPLE,” I SAY I BELIEVE IN PEOPLE WHO ARE COMMITTED TO KNOWING THEIR OWN WOUNDS INTIMATELY. PEOPLE WHO READ THEIR WOUNDS’ DIARIES, WHO FOLLOW THEIR WOUNDS OUT WINDOWS, DOWN LADDERS, ASKING, “WHERE ARE YOU GOING? WHAT DO YOU NEED? HOW CAN I INTERVENE BEFORE A CRUEL THING IS DONE OR SAID?