Mariam

“We leave something of ourselves behind when we leave a place, we stay there, even though we go away. And there are things in us that we can find again only by going back there.”
― Pascal Mercier, Night Train to Lisbon

“I belong deeply to myself.”
― Warsan Shire, Teaching My Mother How to Give Birth

“Crooked cards and straight whiskey,
Slow horses and fast women.”
― Kenneth Rexroth

“There she was, the mother of me, like a lit plinth,
Heavenly, though I was reared to find this kind

Of visitation impractical; she was an unbearable detail
Of the supreme celestial map,

Of which I had been taught that there was
No such thing.”
― Lucie Brock-Broido, Trouble in Mind: Poems