The more that accrues, the more depth, weight, and breadth we can bring to the poems, which we then need to throw overboard so we don't sink.
Maybe it's what we don't say/that saves us. - Dorianne Laux
Maybe it's what we don't say/that saves us.
- Dorianne Laux
Every good poem asks a question, and every good poet asks every question. - Dorianne Laux
Every good poem asks a question, and every good poet asks every question.
Good writing works from a simple premise: your experience is not yours alone, but in some sense a metaphor for everyone's. - Dorianne Laux
Good writing works from a simple premise: your experience is not yours alone, but in some sense a metaphor for everyone's.
A poem is like a child; at some point we have to let it go and trust that it will make its own way in the world. - Dorianne Laux
A poem is like a child; at some point we have to let it go and trust that it will make its own way in the world.
I don’t worry anymore about writing. There are times that I go through dry periods. I never go through a block. I’m always writing, but there are tim… - Dorianne Laux
I don’t worry anymore about writing. There are times that I go through dry periods. I never go through a block. I’m always writing, but there are tim…
I write to invite the voices in, to watch the angel wrestle, to feel the devil gather on its haunches and rise. I write to hear myself breathing. I w… - Dorianne Laux
I write to invite the voices in, to watch the angel wrestle, to feel the devil gather on its haunches and rise. I write to hear myself breathing. I w…
We're all writing out of a wound, and that's where our song comes from. The wound is singing. We're singing back to those who've been wounded. - Dorianne Laux
We're all writing out of a wound, and that's where our song comes from. The wound is singing. We're singing back to those who've been wounded.
If trees could speak they wouldn't - Dorianne Laux
If trees could speak they wouldn't
That's how it is sometimes--God comes to your window, all bright light and black wings, and you're just too tired to open it. - Dorianne Laux
That's how it is sometimes--God comes to your window, all bright light and black wings, and you're just too tired to open it.
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