Like That Love me like a wrong turn on a bad road late at night, with no moon and no town anywhere and a large hungry animal moving heavily through the brush in the ditch. Love me with a blindfold over your eyes and the sound of rusty water blurting from the faucet in the… Continue reading Kim Addonizio
We all, sometimes, leave each other out there under the skies, and we never understand why. — Truman Capote, Music for Chameleons: Mojave. (Penguin Books, Limited (UK) January 25, 2001) Originally published 1980.
I want to rip off your logic and make passionate sense to you. I want to ride in the swing of your hips. My fingers will dig in you like quotation marks, blazing your limbs into parts of speech. — Jeffrey McDaniel, from “The Jerk,” Forgiveness Parade. (Manic D Press, Inc.; First Edition edition, October… Continue reading Jeffrey McDaniel
I’ve come home in love with loneliness. — L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Avonlea (Anne of Green Gables #2). Bantam Books, July 1, 1984. Originally published 1909.
For Marcia I want your hair to cover me with maps of new places, so everywhere I go will be as beautiful as your hair. — Richard Brautigan, “Map Shower,” The Pill Versus the Springhill Mine Disaster. (Dell Pub Co; Reissue edition, June 1969) Originally published 1968.
It’s so much darker when a light goes out than it would have been if it had never shone. — John Steinbeck, The Winter of Our Discontent. (Penguin Classics; Reissue edition August 26, 2008) Originally published 1961.
To live in this world you must be able to do three things to love what is mortal; to hold it against your bones knowing your own life depends on it; and, when the time comes to let it go, to let it go. — Mary Oliver, from “In Blackwater Woods,” American Primitive. (Back Bay… Continue reading Mary Oliver