The newspaperman has become a walking plague. He spreads the contagion of lies and calumnies.
I only want to walk a little longer in the cold blessing of the rain, and lift my face to it.
Maybe you're one of those people who writes poems, but rarely reads them. Let me put this as delicately as I can: If you don't read, your writing is going to suck.
. . . All artists’ work is autobiographical. Any writer’s work is a map of their psyche. You can really see what their concerns are, what their obsessions are, and what interests them.
Love me like a wrong turn on a bad road late at night.
Love's merciless, the way it travels in and keeps emitting light.
I want to walk like I’m the only woman on earth and I can have my pick.
I believe that the flag of the Confederate States of America is a painful symbol and reminder of racial injustice and slavery which (Abraham) Lincoln denounced from here over 150 years ago
I love to write. It's my first love.
How, then,' I hear you ask, 'shall I attain my end, whether it be Christian love, socialism, or American democracy?' Your Christian love and your socialism and your American democracy are what you do each day, your manner of thinking each hour, of embracing your life companion and loving your child; they are your attitude of social responsibility towards your work, and your determination not to become like the crushers of life you so hate.
Sean looks at me then, his eyes bright, in a way that makes me feel out of sorts. I glare back.