If The Sky Falls They Shall Have

Poetry Is An Orphan Of Silence. The Words Never Quite Equal The Experience Behind Them.

I Slept Little, Read A Lot, And Fell In Love Frequently.

Silence Is The Only Language God Speaks.

The Stars Know Everything, So We Try To Read Their Minds. As Distant As They Are, We Choose To Whisper In Their Presence.

We Name One Thing And Then Another. That’s How Time Enters Poetry. Space, On The Other Hand, Comes Into Being Through The Attention We Pay To Each Word. The More Intense Our Attention, The More Space, And There’s A Lot Of Space Inside Words.