Hannah Proctor

“It was a nothing that felt like an everything.”
― Douglas Stuart, Un lugar para Mungo

“I received that caress several times - the only one I was able to tolerate - the silent gratitude of a woman receiving death at my hands. None wanted to endure pain and I think they were in a hurry to die. I don't know how many I killed - I who count everything, that was one thing I didn't count.”
― Jacqueline Harpman, I Who Have Never Known Men

“I have always been too sensitive, a weeper
from a long line of weepers.
I am the hurting kind. I keep searching for proof.”
― Ada Limon, The Hurting Kind: Poems

“You can’t sum it up, my mother says as we are driving and the electronic voice repeats, Turn Left onto Wildwood Canyon Road,

so I turn left, happy for the mundane instructions. Let us robot at once.

Tell me where to go. Tell me how to get there.

She means a life, of course. You cannot sum it up.”
― Ada Limon, The Hurting Kind: Poems