"We exist with a wind whispering inside and our moon flexing. Amid the ducts, inside the basilica of bones."

Next Quote

The heart is a river. The act of writing is the moving water that holds the banks apart, keeps the muscle of words flexing so that the reader can be carried along by this movement. To be given space and the chance to leave one's earthly world. Is there any greater freedom than this?

— Helen Humphreys