I remember how the temperature dropped to 0, suddenly, there was a muted stillness, as flurries fell. Like the earth holding her breath. The heater broken in the house. So we all piled into grandma's bed full of blankets. Her body our source of heat. #cnftweet

I totally do this. Great advice.

HolyGoodness. I can’t believe I haven’t read this Natasha Trethewey poem!

Such a sweet and goofy pup. ❤️🐶😴

What you need to know--there are people who are going to be impacted by your work that you will never know about. You will think you aren't making a difference and yet, lives are changing because of something you've done. So keep writing, keep creating, keep doing your best.

So excited to have my essay, Hyper-Vigil, published in LUNCH. Thank you @dgilson for including my work. ❤️

Dwell in possibility.

Your partner tells you she’s had a bad day and instead of creating a safe environment for her to vent and release, you offer solutions further invalidating her emotional needs. The inability to differentiate when someone needs solutions vs an outlet is rooted in lack of empathy

Don Share, editor of POETRY magazine, has announced he is stepping aside. bit.ly/31guiWC

Thank you, @RogueAgentJ for sharing my work! ❤️❤️❤️🥰

Hey friends, please check out my poems featured at A Dozen Nothing. Thank you to Jeff and Pete for including my work.❤️

Me, writing to an older friend in Odessa: how can I help, please let me know I really want help He writes back: Putins come and go. If you want to help, send us some poems and essays. We are putting together a literary magazine. And, that is in the middle of war. Imagine.

Being deaf, people ask me about silence a lot. And, now we are all watching--yes, in silence--a 30 mile long convoy heading to kill civilians. That kind of silence. So, let me say it once again, in real time: Deaf do not believe in silence. It is the creation of the hearing.

If you don't know this poet, you should. He died too early. I have carried this poem with me since his death in 2001. Everyone should know it... By Agha Shahid Ali from his book, Rooms Are Never Finished (W. W. Norton & Company )

I wish it were possible to rly convey this to non-creatives: It’s not just about having enough time to write (or sculpt, or compose, or whatever). It’s about having enough time to quiet your mind first. That part is the hardest.