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Audre Lorde

Do not remember me as disaster nor as the keeper of secrets I am a fellow rider in the cattle cars watching you move slowly out of my bed saying we cannot waste time only ourselves. — Audre Lorde, from “Movement Song,” The Collected Poems of Audre Lorde (W. W. Norton and Company Inc. 1997)

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Jeanette Winterson

I was happy but happy is an adult word. You don’t have to ask a child about happy, you see it. They are or they are not. Adults talk about being happy because largely they are not. Talking about it is the same as trying to catch the wind. Much easier to let it blow… Continue reading Jeanette Winterson

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Adrienne Rich

You want to ask, am I lonely? Well, of course, lonely as a woman driving across country day after day, leaving behind mile after mile little towns she might have stopped and lived and died in. — Adrienne Rich, from “Song,” Diving Into the Wreck: Poems 1971-1972. (W. W. Norton & Company; Later edition edition… Continue reading Adrienne Rich

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Edna St. Vincent Millay

Sorrow like a ceaseless rain       Beats upon my heart. People twist and scream in pain, — Dawn will find them still again; This has neither wax nor wane,       Neither stop nor start. People dress and go to town;       I sit in my chair. All my thoughts are slow and brown: Standing up… Continue reading Edna St. Vincent Millay

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Andrea Gibson

My mouth is a fire escape. The words coming out don’t care that they are naked. There is something burning in there. —  Andrea Gibson, from “I Sing The Body Electric, Especially When My Power’s Out,” The Madness Vase: By Andrea Gibson. (Write Bloody Publishing September 15, 2011)

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