from The Rhythm of It, by Anita Sullivan

Words are ever only a vague approximation of what the whole self is actually going through at any given time. Poetry is a use of words that permits especially large gaps between words and meaning.

—Anita Sullivan, The Rhythm of It

from Relationship Determines Decision, by Peter Hoheisel

the world of seasons and change,
the world where death and life are twins,
where daylight and darkness make sense
because of each other,
will always teach you
where you are, and what you need
if you will only Listen.

—Peter Hoheisel, "Welcome," Relationship Determines Decision

from Relationship Determines Decision, by Peter Hoheisel

earth is a fragile gift,
a speck of time
in our span of existence
each day an opportunity
to unlearn
the ego bite of apple
which banishes us from Eden.

—Peter Hoheisel, “The Mennonite Lady of Pelkie,” Relationship Determines Decision

from Some Divine Commotion, by David Denny

. . . accept the moment when 
the midsummer moon sidesteps the clouds as a sign that
mercy arrives at the most unexpected moments, that
it's possible to trade one life for another, to slide into it,
turn the key, and drive where it is you really want to go.

—David Denny, “Call Me Virgil,” from Some Divine Commotion

from The Rhythm of It, by Anita Sullivan

Poets have always walked the world with their ears extended like antennae, sifting the air for poetic snippets. They know the basic rhythms by heart, but need a constant supply of new images and ideas to pour into these rhythm patterns.

—Anita Sullivan, The Rhythm of It