Introducing Searching for Icarus:Poems for the Soul's Journey There's a moment when I'm writing when everything feels infinite—the edges of time dissolve, emotion rises from the sacral and swirls around in the heart, and I become untethered to the human world, soaring in spirit as the pen scratches the page.I imagine that's how the mythical Icarus felt—world below and sky surrounding him. I imagine everything felt possible, and that's why he stretched his wings in freedom, climbing higher...