18 Quotes by Stasia Ward Kehoe

It is strange to hear my wordsRead back to me.I don't think I wrote themTo have them ever leave the page.I think I only writeWhat happens across my brainWhen my feet are too weary To dance anymore.

Do I dare ask him for what I want,As if I knew it,Could find it on some pageIn some chapterIn some book?

Life is a big story. Music is just one way to tell it, to realize how many tales all kinds of people share.

I feel his arm Lightly Over me.He takes one of my outstretched hands.Draws it beneath my stomach."One more time..."This is not sex,Not friendship. SomethingStrangeSpecialIn the stillness of his breath,The waterlike way he moves.He is making a dance.We are making a dance.

Four laughs vibrate in harmony,WarmDeliciousReal.

The dusty library air is electric with secrets/ almost palpable in the thick quiet that bounces between/ Cal and those books and me

I've a long time trying to lovea brother whose only way of touching me is pain.A long time escaping into music.Practice, lessons, rehearsals that protect mefrom the hurting parts of life.I've been winning awards, applause,acclaim for my trumpets since I was in grade school.But love?The word catches in my throat. Do I love anything?Have i forgotten how?

Thank God there are placeswith sounds that make me cryfrom beauty,not from pain.

I wish I could concentrate on dancingInstead of spending so much time pretendingI am still in junior highBut with Rem, I want to be sixteenOr, like Alice in Wonderland,Sometimes smaller,Sometimes bigger still.