When I say “I will be true to you” I must mean it in spite of the formalities, instead of the formalities. – Jeanette Winterson
I don’t own my emotions unless I can think about them. I am not afraid of feeling but I am afraid of feeling unthinkingly. I don’t want to drown. My head is my heart’s lifebelt. – Jeanette Winterson
whenever i dream of asking for forever, this is basically how the conversation goes in my head.
It will be the same as it has always been and you are right to pack your heart in ice if you believe this. – James Tate
Afterward, the compromise. Bodies resume their boundaries. These legs, for instance, mine. Your arms take you back in. Spoons of our fingers, lips admit their ownership. The bedding yawns, a door blows aimlessly ajar and overhead, a plane singsongs coming down. Nothing is changed, except there was a moment when the wolf, the mongering wolf… Read More After Love
…How many loved your moments of glad grace, And loved your beauty with love false or true, But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face… – W.B. Yeats
poetry makes everything make sense.
I like the parts of you that are not the parts of me, the furry paws of your knees and the angular metal of your upper arm. So often I turn to touch softness and find taut rope and hard glass. My body stretches elastic to meet and hold forum with the hollow of your… Read More The Man
While the long grain is softening in the water, gurgling over a low stove flame, before the salted Winter Vegetable is sliced for breakfast, before the birds, my mother glides an ivory comb through her hair, heavy and black as calligrapher’s ink. She sits at the foot of the bed. My father watches, listens for… Read More Early in the Morning