“I thought, then, that I could see your own soul in the constant waves tearing unconcerned at the impenetrable dunes. I wanted, then, to believe the moon is a flower, fragrant, its stem tossed across the water. It was then… — 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 Image
“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 Image
“I am sorry my words sometimes frighten the fireflies from your dreams, I am sorry that battalions of doubt have pitched camp in your heart. It would be crazy to love you as much as I do. It is 3:03 and by now the whole universe is attracted to you so that I feel gobbled up like the ice in… — 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 miracle we want aches inside the trees. Why believe anything except what is unbelievable? […] Now the leaves turn into messages that are simply impossible to read. The roots turn into roads as they break through… — 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 Image
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 kids still have environmental tobacco smoke exposure when environmental tobacco smoke is known to be associated with sudden infant death syndrome, with ear infections, respiratory infections and the rest. If we had to pick something to… — 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 Image
“Light staggers through the trees. Every moment is filled with other moments.” — Richard Jackson Copy Share Image
“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 things to say? Only this: I have never been so astonished at the love of one woman which is the way the moon finally closes its eye behind a ridge, the way the wind never stays… — 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 Image
“I have only these words that seem as if they climbed up from the bottom of a dry well.” — Richard Jackson Copy Share Image
