coming to the end of spring / my grandmother kicks off her shoes / steps out of her faltering body.

Who says there's just one safe way to walk, one road properly lit, and the rest - all slippery water, unmarked?

If our dreams could edit the news (and sometimes our nightmares) these poems are how they'd wake us up to the urgency of our times.

What would I look like if everything that I am, no secrets, was put on paper? Would I be horrifying?

Never Give up, never surrender.

A dream, all a dream, that ends in nothing, and leaves the sleeper where he lay down, but I wish you to know that you inspired it.

You whispered softly in the ear of my joyous heart.You know what's on my mind, you've heard my thoughts.I closed my mouth and spoke to you in a hundred silent ways.

Don't leave home without your sword - your intellect.

All too many Muslims fail to grasp Islam, which teaches one to be lenient towards others and to understand their value systems, knowing that these are tolerated by Islam as a religion.

What got us to where we are today is not going to get us to where we need to go tomorrow.

THE HEIR OF NIGHT by Helen Lowe is a richly told tale of strange magic, dark treachery and conflicting loyalties, set in a well realized world.

Animals are not here for our entertainment.

The script comes first. If that isn't good enough, you know it's gonna be a long ride.