Why Are We So Monumentally

We All Find Ourselves Involved In Projects Or Activities That Confound Us-when Or Why Did I Say I Would Do This? What Was I Thinking? I Needed A Poem For Myself That Said-pause Longer. Think Again.

You Know, Those Of Us Who Leave Our Homes In The Morning And Expect To Find Them There When We Go Back - It's Hard For Us To Understand What The Experience Of A Refugee Might Be Like.

I'm Not Interested In Who Suffered The Most. I'm Interested In People Getting Over It.

Teaching And Writing Are Separate, But Serve/feed One Another In So Many Ways. Writing Travels The Road Inward, Teaching, The Road Out - Helping Others Move Inward - It Is An Honor To Be With Others In The Spirit Of Writing And Encouragement.

I Am Looking For The Human Who Admits His Flaws Who Shocks The Adversary By Being Kinder Not Stronger What Would That Be Like? We Don't Even Know