First Hand Quotes

“convinced until the last, Boys said, all that hummed was food.”
― Linda Bierds, First Hand

“Here was the answer: a ticking riff, electric, magnetic, hopping the frequencies, tapping its glossy fingertips down a slumped torpedo’s salty flank.”
― Linda Bierds, First Hand

“To curry from stone the texture of silk, or feathers, or the fluid parchment of bee wings, the hand must pursue the source, must open to fullness the brief wing, or the downward slope of the lover’s robe, so that stone might turn back on itself, might climb through the strata of bedrock and centuries to echo the living—just as the living climb down into stone.”
― Linda Bierds, First Hand