We are made of waiting– — Nick Flynn, from “Drones,” Blind Huber (Graywolf Press, 2002)
The music carves hot petals through our bodies in its ritual of tides and light; licks us open from the inside until we are night-blooming jasmine seduced by the moon. — Lorie Howe, from “High Plains Solstice,” Cloudshade (Sastrugi Press, 2015)
Burdens are for shoulders strong enough to carry them. ― Margaret Mitchell, Gone with the Wind. (Grand Central Publishing; Reprint edition April 1, 1999) Originally published 1936.