This being human is a guest house. Every morning a new arrival. A joy, a depression, a meanness, some momentary awareness comes as an unexpected visitor. Welcome and entertain them… Read more Line Break: ‘The Guest House’ by Jalaluddin Rumi →
Sunlight in the window a cup of lemon tea. Nothing is about to happen. This moment is mine — I hold it in my hand and say Yes, this is… Read more Line Break: ‘Gargoyles’ by Susan Glickman →
I almost went to bed without remembering the four white violets I put in the button-hole of your green sweater and how I kissed you then and you kissed me… Read more Line Break: ‘Song’ by Leonard Cohen →
You know what I miss? Poetry. Reading it, talking about it, even writing it, though poems are the most difficult kind of writing for me. For a time during university I read poetry almost every night before sleep, absorbing the way a line break could completely alter the relationship between words or how the clarity of one perfect image could translate an emotion onto a page. Poetry was a revelation for me. In 2015, I want to bring it back into my life. So, once a month or so I’m… Read more Line Break: ‘The Journey’ by Mary Oliver →
Courtney Tait 