The muse is everywhere. She is active when you’re receptive and when you’re not. She knits dreams in the dark and co-exists with sun and shadow during the day. At night when she awakens you from sleep, do you have a pen and paper at the ready? On a walk when she whispers, is your notepad or cell phone handy to get it down before it’s gone? In those flashes that come anytime, are you ready to jot the phrase, idea, sentence, concept? The more you’re ready, the more she feeds you.
Rita Coleman
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Rita Coleman senses “the wild rumble of sky/ and earth before it rattles the bones of the living.” She sees human beings as “tribes of stars . . . in the blue knowing.” She challenges the mythical Narcissus to find “mirrored passion . . . rather than the shallow reflection of his face in a pond.” Her spare and surprising lines bring sunshine into the depth of our existence.
–David Lee Garrison, Author of Playing Bach in the DC Metro
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