“Darlings, this may be the only great escape we ever make: start dropping your past behind you–seeds, kernels to be pecked up by scavengers. You won’t find your way back. Or try this: package it, mark it Was. Leave it in a locker at the Greyhound Bus station.” PastPoetryPoemLetting Go Author:Suzanne Lummis
“Step smack-flat into the blasting present, your heart asserting Now-Now. You feel neither the pain left behind, nor what waits tapping its hard foot up ahead.” PoetryTimePoemPresentNowBeing Present Author:Suzanne Lummis