Quotes by Kristen Henderson

“And the sculptors will shape the soil for the writers to stretch the seedsfor the patient painters who sketch the petals they will shade in alabaster and gold. Their sweat is the rain. Maybe the ja...”

“As a woman still,without the right kind of mouth,my tongues of no use.”

“Even the bees I'd swear were sent to protect us in the delicate business of hives and honey are stung to silence by the news that something winged has lost its flight.”

“I write for pages,get lost in the mezzaninehidden from stages.”

“Such is a communityof inviolable immunity, protectedfrom tampering or harpooningmutiny. Every better thinkers impulse to shrink us (at the shoreline from our lifebloods deep pulse) uses disparaging...”

“In history, the bleeding from arbitrary beatings, forced breedings, and choked-heatbreathing could almost be withstood by soul-feeding songs sung, or listlessly hummed just to go on.”

“The outfit, tight in places, and loose in some, says as much in the buttons as it does in cuffs.”

“Once lively peonies nowwind-weary, and ragged at the edges, hang their heavy crowns; rain on their backs,one final act, beforedetaching from the stemand falling down.”

“A giant motherboard of geese,unruffled by the statepolice, swarmed in unison,in harmony...”

“Dear Anonymous, I've got a secret I know you can keep it because you don't really exist....This is what shapes you, this is what makes you as authentic as you are fake.”

“It was as if someone had leftthe bird thereas a kind of telegramof feathers, oily feathersthat looked like theyd struggled,shuttered a little before letting gointo flightforever.”

“She was so cool, as she knew, ankles crossed at the puckered hem of granite gray sweatpants, and she also knew I was watching from the open doorof the B trainwatching her pose in apparent comfort a...”

“Through a trick lighting technique the skyline was made and faded with the care of a pointillist maybe aiding us to think nothing was missing. We traded verbsabout what was happeningin the metropol...”

“There’s a pressure at all hours of the day only a poem can assuage.”

“You think it’s a game?Unintelligible? Ha!Envision no spoons.This is serious.It is a matter of joyversus emptiness.”

“...we’re not even really hiking,more like meandering in cinematic light.”

“I dream for an absentee and oft maligned device—the accident-maker, the soul-taker, my camera; its factory guaranteedthird eye, without which I am duly dimand memory denied. No picturesfor my contr...”

“Time’s relativity is considered and abandoned, for the more revelatory experiences of starlightin strands, and pearly floors that span as far as absolute compassion...”

“I tell you once and for all—in front of the angel pictures on the wall, that I am not a host to load-bearing ghosts or headyentities, and if I was ever holy, I have fallen farinto the dense atmosph...”

“As a woman still,without the right kind of mouth,my tongue’s of no use.”