Pour out a glass of wine with me and bring the box of tissue over, I want to go back in time with you, I want to go over book collections and hear that letter read out loud one more time.

 I have found true love.
At the same time, I am plagued by human suffering and it often holds my heart in suspension. If you feel that lump in your throat rising up when someone mentions war or cruelty, I invite you to have hope with me.
Have hope. Poetry saves the world.


In kindness,

B Elizabeth Bell