Don't be polite. Bite in. Pick it up with your fingers and lick the juice that may run down your chin. It is ready and ripe now, whenever you are. ….

It's just an old alley cat that has followed us all the way home. It hasn't a star on its forehead, or a silky satiny coat. No proud tiger stripes, n….

When something is too beautiful or too terrible or even too funny for words, then it is time for poetry..

Scratch a Jew and you'll find a Wailing Wall..

...a good poem contains both meaning and music.

whatever you do, find ways to read poerty. Eat it, drink it, enjoy it, and share it..

Morning is a new sheet of paper for you to write on..

I dream of giving birth to a child who will ask: "Mother, what was war?".