
“Keep stealing, my friends! From life for fiction, and from fiction for life.” (ZS)

“… in times like these
to have you listen at all, it’s necessary
to talk about trees.”
Adrienne Rich, What Kind of Times are These

“what I am saying right now is secretly built over
a love poem, the fossils of a cupola,
pink buildings with red hyphens and dashes
and three red dots …” (Alexandria Peary, The Architecture of a Love Poem)
“… I am
puzzled with the battered glamour of this city
built for electric illuminations, swift flirtations,
as I follow the paths to dead poets shaped in solemn statuary …”
Patricia Spears Jones, “Femme du monde“