“I dream my poems and write my dreams. We can only write our own dreams, not the dreams of others, for our dreams speak from our hearts. For those who do not dream poems, how can they know what dreams… — 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… — Jeffrey A. White Copy Share Image
“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… — Jeffrey A. White Copy Share Image
“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… — Jeffrey A. White Copy Share Image
“If I could cut out my beating heart and put it in a box and forget about it, I would. Maybe I would pad… — Jeffrey A. White Copy Share Image
“The shortest path to peace is listening to understand, empathy and a willingness to compromise to alleviate suffering.” — Jeffrey A. White Copy Share Image
