“It all seems like a dream, now. Gray, old men ambling about a bookstore in the old Jewish quarter of Paris. As everything is suddenly soaked a dark stain, we duck inside a door stoop. I gently pull you closer… — Jeffrey A. White Copy Share Image
“Placing his snout on the edge of my bed, Boomer pricks up his ears and widens his smiling eyes when I turn my head towards him. I smile at Boomer. "I guess you want to go for a walk?" Boomer bobs his head in agreement and runs around in a circle. "Okay," I say. I turn over, throw off the… — Jeffrey A. White Copy Share
“Passion lights the flame; dedication keeps the flame burning brightly.” — Jeffrey A. White Copy Share Image
“Stop, breathe, look around and embrace the miracle of each day, the miracle of life.” — Jeffrey A. White Copy Share Image
“Your house has two colors," she said, while looking up at a corner of my ceiling and walls. "Yes," I replied. "Why is that rainbow beach blanket on the couch?" I replied, "Color." She bent over and ripped the beach towel off my white couch. Maybe she thought I was trying to hide something. "You talk a lot," she said… — Jeffrey A. White Copy Share
“I want to drive to the coast, away from city lights, and breathe in stars…” — Jeffrey A. White Copy Share Image
“I dream my poems and write my dreams. We can only write our own dreams, not the dreams of others, for our dreams speak… — Jeffrey A. White Copy Share Image
“I heard a rapid alternation of notes, a vibrating staccato of an ancient instrument, nearly as old as nature herself, a cricket singing in my garden last night, the first time this year. When turning my garden's soil, I often uncover crickets, curmudgeons that scramble to find solitude and cover from the light, but I rarely hear their ancient song… — Jeffrey A. White Copy Share
“If I could cut out my beating heart and put it in a box and forget about it, I would. Maybe I would pad the box with our photos of you, our love letters, a lock of your hair and that heart-shaped perfume bottle, the one that I gave you for your birthday. You always said it was your favorite.… — Jeffrey A. White Copy Share
“The shortest path to peace is listening to understand, empathy and a willingness to compromise to alleviate suffering.” — Jeffrey A. White Copy Share Image
