Sean Davidson

“Our bones only ache while the flesh is on them. Stretch it thin as the temple flesh of an ailing woman and still it serves to ache the bone and to move the bone about; and in like manner the night is a skin pulled over the head of day that the day may be in a torment. We will find no comfort until the night melts away; until the fury of the night rots out its fire.”
― Djuna Barnes, Nightwood

“I dream and it is
another life.”
― Frank Stanford, What About This: Collected Poems of Frank Stanford

“O, ah! The awareness of emptiness brings forth a heart of compassion!”
― Gary Snyder

“Perhaps glass and memories are only painful as fragments or shards. Perhaps if they become diminutive and dusty like sand, they grow very tender and soft and granular and almost loveable. Then pain could slip through me and possibly out of me.”
― Vi Khi Nao, Fish in Exile