Maria Ejike

“and also I am the leaves and the blossoms, and, like them, I am full of delight, and shaking.”
― Mary Oliver, Red Bird

“and easily
she adored

every blossom,

not in the serious,
careful way
that we choose
this blossom or that blossom—

the way we praise or don’t praise—
the way we love
or don’t love—
but the way

we long to be—
that happy
in the heaven of earth—
that wild, that loving.”
― Mary Oliver, Red Bird

“When I think of death
it is a bright enough city,”
― Mary Oliver, Red Bird

“This is a love story to its blade-dented bone.”
― Simon Jimenez, The Spear Cuts Through Water