Jorge Luis Borges

In Praise of Darkness Old age (the name that others give it) can be the time of our greatest bliss. The animal has died or almost died. The man and his spirit remain. I live among vague, luminous shapes that are not darkness yet. Buenos Aires, whose edges disintegrated into the endless plain, has gone […]

Nick Flynn

We are made of waiting– — Nick Flynn, from “Drones,” Blind Huber (Graywolf Press, 2002)

Lorie Howe

The music carves hot petals through our bodies in its ritual of tides and light; licks us open from the inside until we are night-blooming jasmine seduced by the moon. — Lorie Howe, from “High Plains Solstice,” Cloudshade (Sastrugi Press, 2015)

Margaret Mitchell

Burdens are for shoulders strong enough to carry them. ― Margaret Mitchell, Gone with the Wind. (Grand Central Publishing; Reprint edition April 1, 1999) Originally published 1936.

Eliza Browning

Maybe this is what it means to be alive on earth, alive on earth and nothing more. — Eliza Browning, from “Primer for the Smaller Things,” L’Éphémère Review (no. 13, Summer 2019)