You don't go after poetry, you take what comes. Maybe the gods do it through me but I certainly do a hell… — Phyllis Gotlieb Copy Share Image
My loneliness turned itself inside out and I grew myself a kind of perverse pride. — Phyllis Gotlieb Copy Share Image
Sandra Kasturi's magical poems transform the ordinary into the surreal and exotic. — Phyllis Gotlieb Copy Share Image
You don't go after poetry, you take what comes. Maybe the gods do it through me but I certainly do a hell of a… — Phyllis Gotlieb Copy Share Image
“and if my heart isn’t in my mouth it’s because it knows its place” — Phyllis Gotlieb Copy Share Image
