The heart is the toughest part of the body. Tenderness is in the hands.
One can live without having survived - Carolyn Forche
One can live without having survived
- Carolyn Forche
We are responsible for the quality of our vision, we have a say in the shaping of our sensibility. In the many thousand daily choices we make, we cre… - Carolyn Forche
We are responsible for the quality of our vision, we have a say in the shaping of our sensibility. In the many thousand daily choices we make, we cre…
Blood Dazzler is Patricia Smith's impassioned lyric chronicle of a beloved city in peril, a city whose people were left to die before us all, a peopl… - Carolyn Forche
Blood Dazzler is Patricia Smith's impassioned lyric chronicle of a beloved city in peril, a city whose people were left to die before us all, a peopl…
There is a cyclone fence between ourselves and the slaughter and behind it we hover in a calm protected world like netted fish, exactly like netted f… - Carolyn Forche
There is a cyclone fence between ourselves and the slaughter and behind it we hover in a calm protected world like netted fish, exactly like netted f…
A thing may in itself be the finest piece of writing one has ever done, and yet have absolutely no place in the manuscript one hopes to publish. - Carolyn Forche
A thing may in itself be the finest piece of writing one has ever done, and yet have absolutely no place in the manuscript one hopes to publish.
If I just work when the spirit moves me, the spirit will ignore me. - Carolyn Forche
If I just work when the spirit moves me, the spirit will ignore me.
Poetry is the voice of the soul, whispering, celebrating, singing, even. - Carolyn Forche
Poetry is the voice of the soul, whispering, celebrating, singing, even.
The heart is the toughest part of the body. Tenderness is in the hands. - Carolyn Forche
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