Poetry is for lovers, wordsmiths, free spirits. Not logical, argumentative, opinionated realists. Poets drench paper with the lyrical blood and sweat from their bleeding pens… Us jaded souls wishing we could even feel an emotion because our passion has been dried up since the second or third heartbreak…difficult to remember which ones actually qualify as…

Beauty is beholden to the fierce and the strong. Our fire burns brightest when we are holding ourselves accountable to the difficult deeds, the mundane but necessary tasks, the truth-telling moments, the hard conversations, and the reaches across the divide. Strength and confidence, love and loyalty are not for the faint of heart or the…