My kind of creativity is always an iron fist wrapped in a velvet glove, as is any other form of rebellion that I embody… Because make no mistake, art and creativity, in this economy, are absolutely rebellious.

It may not be loud or wearing a leather jacket, but it will effectively and slowly create the change it envisions.

Poetry does this to our hearts, little brooks carve out paths in the nearby seaside cliffs until they are lovingly worn canyons, a warm meal can unravel the hardest day, a softly lit garden can slow down the relentless forward motion of time.

There’s something magical and effective about softly speaking soul to soul in that wordless way.

What does your soft rebellion look like today?