It is from word groupings that don’t make immediate sense that a kind of sense arises, in part created by the reader. The beauty of this kind of sense is that it shifts, depending on the reader and the given reading by any one reader. What was on one reading might not be on the next.

When people ask me where my family is from, I should say, They are from the soil, and they have returned to the soil.

Poems will trap you if you don’t trap them first.

Creating a network of writers is easy; creating a network of readers is another matter entirely.

“There is no answer to ‘Who am I?’ because nobody exists independently, but rather each of us exists only through everyone else. And who can understand everyone else?” — modification of a Shunryu Suzuki-roshion quote

Dana Guthrie Martin: A self-taught being of the human variety who enhances her existence with various starting points and no end points.

Do you know what it means to unironize the word faith?

Sure, I’ll pray to the sunset. What harm could that do?

This sky is making me sad and beautiful.

How much of what we think and feel collectively dies with us individually?