i used to lie in bed on Sunday evenings wishing

for a whole week of weekends

now i forget what day it is

and still feel i’m running out of time

— Jamila Woods, from poem Day 29 (2020)

• I Myself Have Never Been Able To Find Out Precisely What Feminism Is
  I myself have never been able to find out precisely what feminism is: I only know that people call me a feminist whenever I… Read more: I Myself Have Never Been Able To Find Out Precisely What Feminism Is
• We Loved With A Love That Was More Than Love
  We loved with a love that was more than love. — Edgar Allan Poe, Annabel Lee 
• Instead Of Focusing On What If, Ground Yourself In What Is
  you cannot build a deep connection with someone who is disconnected from themselves. — Yung Pueblo from Clarity & Connection  it is easy to… Read more: Instead Of Focusing On What If, Ground Yourself In What Is
• If You Can Fall In Love Again And Again, You’ve Got It Half Licked
  If you can fall in love again and again, if you can forgive as well as forget, if you can keep from growing sour,… Read more: If You Can Fall In Love Again And Again, You’ve Got It Half Licked
• Because Anger Too Is Weakness
  Because anger too is weakness, as much as breaking down and giving up the struggle. Both are deserters: the man who breaks and runs,… Read more: Because Anger Too Is Weakness
• We Do Not Choose Each Other Randomly
  We do not choose each other randomly. We meet only those who already exist in our subconscious. — Sigmund Freud
• I Had Gone Somewhere Inside Him
  I had gone somewhere inside him. I couldn’t  come out.  — Afsar Mohammad from poem Evening with a Sufi
• Let Everything Happen To You
  Let everything happen to you Beauty and terror Just keep going No feeling is final — Rainer Marie Rilke from The Book of Hours:… Read more: Let Everything Happen To You
• I, unasked and unheeded
  I, an alarm, awaken as a    rumor of war, lie stretching into dawn,    unasked and unheeded. — Maya Angelou from poem Awakening in New… Read more: I, unasked and unheeded
• My Former Lives Were Departing
  One after another my former lives were departing,    like ships, together with their sorrow.    — CZESLAW MILOSZ from poem Late Ripeness
• There Are No Sacred And Unsacred Places
  There are no sacred and unsacred places; there are only sacred and desecrated places. My belief is that the world and our life in… Read more: There Are No Sacred And Unsacred Places