The thing is to sift out the important sounds, little syllables and vowels that bring hints of their lost words, and not to mistake the fossil for the life, or the kiss for the love, not to mistake the fragment… — Richard Jackson Copy Share Image
There is no need for a fear of losing control over who is accessing the network to hold back the productivity benefits of flexible… — Richard Jackson Copy Share
“Last night, the stars on the water were trap doors. The crows with their charred wings are complaining to a hawk. It’s time to… — Richard Jackson Copy Share
“I am sorry my words sometimes frighten the fireflies from your dreams, I am sorry that battalions of doubt have pitched camp in your… — Richard Jackson Copy Share
“This afternoon a flock of doves settled on my porch. Their silence took the shape of all I ever wanted to say. Today, the… — Richard Jackson Copy Share
“My own words cast a shadow a never meant. Please forget them. Or not. The shadows we speak sometimes are what tell us how… — Richard Jackson Copy Share
One third of all of our cancers are from tobacco. It's one of the big killers in America and more than half of our… — Richard Jackson Copy Share
The thing is to sift out the important sounds, little syllables and vowels that bring hints of their lost words, and not to mistake… — Richard Jackson Copy Share
“Light staggers through the trees. Every moment is filled with other moments.” — Richard Jackson Copy Share
“I don’t want to see you caught like a word in that last line. What does the nightingale do when it runs out of… — Richard Jackson Copy Share
“One time, your heart almost slipped away on a river barge. Your hands seemed to claw the sky. I’m sorry. No one else made… — Richard Jackson Copy Share
“I have only these words that seem as if they climbed up from the bottom of a dry well.” — Richard Jackson Copy Share
Some days you exist like the last speaker of an extinct language. These are the silences that litter the heart. — Richard Jackson Copy Share
Young people think they know it all, but a lot of old salts around know they don't. — Richard Jackson Copy Share
“We come from a place that has always been inside us. Our words migrate helplessly. The world reflects only itself. Which is why we… — Richard Jackson Copy Share
