40 Quotes by Kristen Henderson

Good PoemSit,lay down,roll over,here’syour treat.

He utilizesform for a striking lecture;young poets shiverinexperience,but thaw over their own work,fertilize magic.

Sure, I watched the workmen come and lower large pieces of rotten sheetrock and lift new clean panels on a pulleyfrom that same window months ago, and I could have written then, but I must have sensed her coming, the smoker, so I waited.

If you knew you were going to lose your memorybut you could choose five things you’d never forget, what would they be—a certain face, a taste, a scent,a touch; how deepin this, the middle of your life?

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.

He may take long walksin the raining darkalmost aimlesslyto a spot of soaked grassin a neighbor’s open field.He’s decided this is the placefor you and him to meet again.

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

Who is so fancy, esoterica saves the day?Who is the Yogi, Namaste?

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.