The Category "women Poets" Is Bizarre And

To Paraphrase The Great Poet Dante, The Heavens Swirl Above Us And Our Eyes Are Still Cast To The Ground.

Purity Of Heart Is Blooming The Same Colors In The Middle Of The Wilderness When No One Sees You.

When We Can Build Something Like The Hubble Telescope And Fathom Images Of This Vast Cosmos Of Which We Are A Part, It Really Gives Pause To Wonder What And Who We Are Within A Larger Framework Than Linear Adventures At The Shopping Mall And Taxes.

Which Came First - The Observer Or The Particle?

Poetry Is Our Heart, Our Spirit, Our Soul. Call It Whatever; Without It, Everything Else Is Nothing But Hardware.