Sarah Suzor

“The poet is stepping out of the airplane. ”
― Jack Spicer

“Ablaze with alabaster one must admit
as long as there is near music kicking around
nowhere more winsome than in the outlandish passage
from April to California, Sunday to Jose, March to French
and all the wilderness and Septembers in between.
Slow ghost thicket, a tempo of someone's own,
please please the quintessentially readymade
and risen stranger, the tremor in the house,
rather than some unfinished crime without dragon
or alibi in the drowsy garden.
O savage, O brightening Niagara,
O briefest, fussy thing in ruffled light,
wait, I am a stranger here myself. ”
― Paul Vangelisti

“I am aware that what
the body does for love
is sometimes not.
I celebrate reversals.
I watch a funeral
somewhere at sea. ”
― Jerome Rothenberg, A Book of Witness: Spells & Gris-Gris

“He finds me charming and so long as I don't think about it, it's ok, but I worry, what if I forget to do it or can't be charming or try, one day, just a bit too hard so that it is altogether not charming but something else.
I couldn't ask for anything more or for more generosity or, and this is perhaps the most important, exquisite tact. ”
― Martha Ronk, Glass Grapes: and Other Stories