I painted words and wrote pictures — Frank Stanford, The Battlefield Where The Moon Says I Love You (Lost Roads Publishers, 2000)
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.
The brain may take advice, but not the heart, and love, having no geography, knows no boundaries: weight and sink it deep, no matter, it will rise and find the surface: and why not? any love is natural and beautiful that lies within a person’s nature; only hypocrites would hold a man responsible for what… Continue reading Truman Capote
Perhaps — I want the old days back again and they’ll never come back, and I am haunted by the memory of them and of the world falling about my ears. — Margaret Mitchell, Gone With The Wind. (Grand Central Publishing; Reprint edition April 1, 1999) Originally published 1936.
The name of a person you love is more than language… — Tennessee Williams, from “The Vine,” Tennessee Williams: Collected Stories. (New Directions; Reprint edition, April 17, 1994) Originally published 1985.
Hot Sauce Shrine I used to be a high priestess of tail-feather feel-good mumbo jumbo, naysayer extraordinaire cobbling together some crazy quilt catechism to cling to as I tangled in the world’s thorns, frantic, fearing the chill soon to come. I haven’t turned holy roller or handler of snakes, but things changed slowly, or all… Continue reading Alison Pelegrin
The world is God’s dream and I am a sparrow passing through song and the brass glow of fire, or maybe that is wrong, and I’m trapped inside, stunned against the glass or down the chimney, terrified of kind hands that sweep me to the door. — Alison Pelegrin, from “Hot Sauce Shrine,” Waterlines: Poems… Continue reading Alison Pelegri