“Private Parts The first love of my life never saw me naked - there was always a parent coming home in half… — Sarah Kay Copy Share Image
“Some nights, I wake up knowing he is anxious. He is across the world in another woman's arms and the years have… — Sarah Kay Copy Share Image
“We were dandelion seeds released to the wind, she asked for no return. We are saplings now. With gentle hands.” — 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
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
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
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
“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
“I love you as much as the ocean kisses the shore no matter how many times it is sent away.” — Sarah Kay Copy Share
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… — 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
“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
“And the spaces that he never saw: the ones my parents had labeled private parts when I was still small enough to fit all… — Sarah Kay Copy Share
Think it's so unfair when people think that you're not a "real artist" unless you're getting paid for it…I personally know so many poets… — Sarah Kay Copy Share
My first spoken word poem, packed with all the wisdom of a 14-year-old, was about the injustice of being seen as unfeminine. The poem… — Sarah Kay Copy Share
