Know that the backbone of kindness is the most courageous of them all.

But Love has a fear of heights, she hates pedestals...

On an African morning, Where the half circle becomes whole Where sun lifts from the source, a rising flame from a bowl Where yellow grass...

When the sun is low, she’s low,  When it’s up, she’s high And in speaking she separates every truth From every godforsaken lie 

Truth first came gently on a cold school night And said, “all that’s living will die. To know yourself, first know I.” For a bit I...