You are not made of metaphors, Not apologies, not excuses..

Remember that good things come in threes and so do bad things and always apologize when you've done something wrong but don't you ever apologize for ….

Fingers interlocked like a beautiful accordion of flesh or a zipper of prayer.

I love books that create worlds for me that I don't want to leave. I recently lost my entire life to Haruki Murakami - 1Q84. I tell people that book ….

Not all poetry wants to be storytelling. And not all storytelling wants to be poetry. But great storytellers and great poets share something in commo….

I have always thought of poetry as an act of celebration. Just by nature of writing a poem you are taking the time to dwell on whatever it is that yo….

This world is made out of sugar. It can crumble so easily but don’t be afraid to stick your tongue out and taste it..

Life will hit you hard in the face, wait for you to get back up just so it can kick you in the stomach. But getting the wind knocked out of you is th….

Because there's nothing more beautiful than the way the ocean refuses to stop kissing the shoreline, no matter how many times it's sent away..

There are parts of me I only recognize from photographs..

Most days it feels as if the world is whirling around me and I am standing still. In slow motion, I watch the colors blur; people and faces all becom….

I think there is a human instinct to tell stories, no matter who you are or where you live..

Is there a word for the moment you win tug-of-war? When the weight gives, and all that extra rope comes hurtling towards you, how even though you've ….

They'll be days like this" my momma said. When you open your hands to catch, and wind up with only blisters and bruises. When you try to step out….

Hands learn more than minds do, hands learn how to hold other hands..

No matter your wreckage. There will be someone to find you beautiful, despite the cruddy metal. Your ruin is not to be hidden behind paint and canvas….

If I should have a daughter, instead of "Mom," she's going to call me "Point B," because that way she knows that no matter what happens, at least she….

Forgive yourself for the decisions you have made, the ones you still call mistakes when you tuck them in at night..

Poetry is like pooping. If there is a poem inside of you, it has to come out. Sometimes it can be really difficult and take longer than you'd like (i….

It does not matter how strong your gravity is, we were always meant to fly..

You can only fit so many words in a postcard, only so many in a phone call, only so many into space before you forget that words are sometimes used f….