Let our scars fall in love.

“Second-hand gloves will become lovely again, their memories are what give them …”

“To me, poetry is somebody standing up, so to speak, and saying, with as little …”

“When a group of people get up from a table, the table doesn’tknow which way any…”

“This happened to your father and to you, Galway-sick to stay, longingto come up…”