Cherie Blair’s stepmother was embroiled in a political storm last night amid accusations of voting irregularities in her successful bid to become a would-be MP in Yorkshire…


April 18, 2009

I taste what you taste. I know the kind of lyrics your
Soul most likes. I know which sounds will become
Splendid in your mind and bring such pleasure
Your feet will jump and whirl.

I have no use for divine patience — my lips are always
Burning and everywhere. I am running from every corner
Of this world and sky wanting to kiss you.

I am rioting at your door;
I am spinning in midair like golden falling leaves
Trying to win your glance.

I am sweetly rolling against your walls and shores
All night, even though you are asleep. I am singing from
The mouths of animals and birds. . . to let
you know the Beautiful Truth.


Thought for the day

April 18, 2009

“Definitions belong to the definers, not the defined.”

Toni Morrison