Perusing colorful storylines on the backs of book jackets, I realized that none of them could possibly be as dramatic as my life to date. Then sadly, I also realized I could never find the ending of my story from… — Sarah Kay Copy Share Image
If I should have a daughter, instead of 'Mom,' she's gonna call me 'Point B,' because that way she knows that no matter what happens, at least she can always find her way to me. And I'm going to paint… — Sarah Kay Copy Share Image
It’s not just the adage ‘write what you know,’ it’s about gathering up all of the knowledge and experience you’ve collected up to now… — Sarah Kay Copy Share Image
Thinking about writing as an act of celebration is sometimes a helpful framework for me. It allows me to prioritize what I want to… — Sarah Kay Copy Share Image
I don't think it's about art being a career but it's about making sure that if art is something that you love, something that… — Sarah Kay Copy Share Image
I use poetry to help me work through what I don’t understand, but I show up to each new poem with a backpack full… — Sarah Kay Copy Share Image
“Once, she fell off of a ladder when I was three. She says all she was worried about was my face as I watched… — Sarah Kay Copy Share Image
“I love you as much as the ocean kisses the shore no matter how many times it is sent away.” — Sarah Kay Copy Share Image
I write poetry to figure things out. It's what I use as a navigating tool in my life, so when there's something that I just can't understand, I have to "poem" my way through it. For that reason I write a lot about family, because my family confuses me and I'm always trying to figure them out. I write a… — Sarah Kay Copy Share
Not all poetry wants to be storytelling. And not all storytelling wants to be poetry. But great storytellers and great poets share something in… — Sarah Kay Copy Share Image
“What is it about immortality? With the right sword and shield, we think we can fend off anger, fear, and hatred. If our legs… — Sarah Kay Copy Share Image
“And the spaces that he never saw: the ones my parents had labeled private parts when I was still small enough to fit all of my self and worries inside a bathtub, I made up for them by handing over all the private parts of me. There was no secret I did not tell him, there was no moment we… — Sarah Kay Copy Share
