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“If we are lucky, the end of the sentence is where we might begin. If we are lucky, something is passed on, another alphabet written in the blood, sinew, and neuron; ancestors charging their kin with the silent propulsion to fly south, to turn toward the place in the narrative no one was meant to outlast.”
― Ocean Vuong, On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous

“Even poetry, which breaks language into meaning--poetry ossifies, in time, the way trees do. What's supple, whipping, soft, and fresh grows hard, grows armor.”
― Amal El-Mohtar, This Is How You Lose the Time War

“may you sleep on the breast of your delicate friend”
― Sappho, If Not, Winter: Fragments of Sappho

“Who am I? I'm just a writer. I write things down. I walk through your dreams and invent the future. Sure, I sink the boat of love, but that comes later. And yes, I swallow glass, but that comes later.”
― Richard Siken