I was 14 and madly in love for the first time. He was 21. He made me suddenly, unaccustomedly beautiful with his kisses and mix tapes. During the year of elation and longing, he never mentioned that he had a… — Daphne Gottlieb Copy Share Image
come back so i can say yes this time do it again now that i know what to call what you did this time i'll be ready i like it rough now and i'm done with romance i never met… — Daphne Gottlieb Copy Share Image
Poetry is a lousy form of activism; it doesn't really change much. And maybe we can point to one or two historical times when… — Daphne Gottlieb Copy Share Image
“ I KNEW IT WAS OVER when tonight you couldn't make the phone ring when you used to make the sun rise when trees… — Daphne Gottlieb Copy Share Image
Love - at least the pair-bonded, prescribed love - does not conquer all. — Daphne Gottlieb Copy Share Image
“This week in live current events: your eyes. All power can be dangerous: Direct or alternating, you, socket to me. Plugged in and the… — Daphne Gottlieb Copy Share Image
I go through periods of not writing. Until there's something I can't find in the world that I need, so I write. — Daphne Gottlieb Copy Share Image
There is nothing going on. I took nothing you wanted. You can't have it back. — Daphne Gottlieb Copy Share Image
I'm entranced by the idea of reading the culture back to itself, because I'm conscious that we as people and also as a culture… — Daphne Gottlieb Copy Share Image
I go in and out of season. I won't write for months, and then all of a sudden, I'll write like I've got a… — Daphne Gottlieb Copy Share Image
you can take this mouth this wound you want but you can't kiss and make it better. — Daphne Gottlieb Copy Share Image
“As she bends for a Kleenex in the dark, I am thinking of other girls: the girl I loved who fell in love with… — Daphne Gottlieb Copy Share Image
