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“Poems are like dreams: in them you put what you don't know you know.”
― Adrienne Rich, Arts of the Possible: Essays and Conversations

“Here in this place, all souls resonate within a holy vibration.”
― Earthschool Harmony, Back to Grace

“So when you inhale and exhale, notice your breath and realize God is dwelling in your chest.”
― Trinka Polite, After the Sixth Day: Notes from a Spiritual Journey

“NOVEMBER

Now chill & grey November
Come slowly o'er the plain,
Drearily the winter wind
Sings songs of future pain.

Wrapped closely in deep grey,
She scarcely will let pass
A little ray of sun
To cheer the sodden grass.

She scatters with her hand
The leaves dried up and brown,
The few that yet remain
From gay October's crown.

Her eyes and dark and sad,
Sad for the dying year,
And often in the mist
There falls a silent tear.

Beneath a cheerless sky
The trees are standing bare,
The fog has risen thick
And she is no more there.”
― Beatrice Crane

“I Starve my Belly for a Sublime Purpose

Three days
I starve my belly
so that it learns
to eat the sun.

I say to it: Belly,
I am ashamed of you. You must
spiritualize yourself. You must
eat the sun.

The belly keeps silent
for three days. It’s not easy
to waken in it higher aspirations.

Yet I hope for the best.
This morning, tanning myself on the beach,
I noticed that, little by little,
it begins to shine.”
― Anna Swir, translated by Czeslaw Milosz and Leonard Nathan.

“Not all things speak with a human tongue-an ability to speak the Languages of Creation. Communion in the body of silence-the voice of the Land is in our language. Coyote prayer says: 'Take it. I give it to you.”
― Lisa King, Dark Queens and Their Quarry: Poems: Boneshadows of Motherskin: 2017-2019 & Hot Rod Butterfly: 2000-2014

“Failures of nerve and energy are not permitted. That's what it means to be an object.”
― Mary Kinzie, California Sorrow

“Cold soft drinks
quenched my thirst
one hot and humid July day
after a cool drive
to a mountain store.
Seems like every woman
in the place
had on halter tops
displaying their expensive tans.
There were two women
standing in front of me
at the checkout counter.
One said to the other,
“You must be a lady of leisure,
just look at your beautiful tan.'
Then the other woman responded,
'No, you must be a lady of leisure,
yours is much darker than mine.'
A tall dark and handsome Black dude
standing behind me
whispering down my Black back
said
'Sister, if those two
are ladies of leisure,
you must surely be
a lady of royalty.'
And in a modest tone, I replied,
'SHO NUFF?”
― Nilene Omodele Adeoti Foxworth

“and stars sang like crickets in the dropping dusk and were.”
― Agnes McDonald

“Do not gossip
or slander,
rid yourself of jealousy
and self-importance.
Let insincerity
drop
away.
Some have lied
and cheated
to get where they've got,
but that will not
be you.”
― Ashley Asti, Your Nature is to Bloom

“Maybe the most revolutionary
thing she could have said
when I asked her in a letter
to describe
what she looks like
was,
"I like everything
about me.
I wouldn't change
a thing.”
― Ashley Asti, Your Nature is to Bloom

“When I'm sad,
one of my favorite things
to do
is reach out to someone
and drop a tiny blessing
in her lap,
as if gently tipping a watering can
over her sprouting seed.
Today
it was a woman who has been growing
her passions into a business
and I just wrote,
Dear Sister,
I love watching
you bloom.”
― Ashley Asti, Your Nature is to Bloom

“How many children could say their home hosted the humblest and highest at the same time, on any given evening invaded by expatriates their father never hesitated to invite in? Through the back door he welcomed a bookseller, organ grinder, biscuit maker, vagrant macaroni man, and one called Galli who thought he was Christ. Through the front, disgraced Italian counts and generals made as officious entrances as a small house on Charlotte Street afforded.”
― D.M. Denton, The Dove Upon Her Branch: A Novel Portrait of Christina Rossetti

“One day in the country was worth a month in town and better than Christmas, her birthday, or even Papa saying she was like the moon risen at the full.”
― D.M. Denton, The Dove Upon Her Branch: A Novel Portrait of Christina Rossetti