One day we wake up and we are broken. We taste it in our morning kiss. Our mirror tells us the same stories in separate hours: things will never be the same. — Cristin O'Keefe Aptowicz Copy Share Image
You know, they say that there is a part of the human chest that it you strike it hard enough, it makes the person’s… — Cristin O'Keefe Aptowicz Copy Share Image
One day we wake up and we are broken. We taste it in our morning kiss. Our mirror tells us the same stories in… — Cristin O'Keefe Aptowicz Copy Share Image
“This poem is the poem I'm writing because we aren't speaking, and it is making my heart hurt so bad that sometimes I can't… — Cristin O'Keefe Aptowicz Copy Share Image
You can't control whether or not you have talent. You can't control whether or not your work will be recognized or valued. But what… — Cristin O'Keefe Aptowicz Copy Share Image
Andrea Gibson is a truly American poet, or rather, she represents the America I want to live in. Her work lights a candle to… — Cristin O'Keefe Aptowicz Copy Share Image
“You, quiet and alone in your kitchen, cigaretteless. Me, left tapping on your rain-streaked window, wanting you to know that everything is going to… — Cristin O'Keefe Aptowicz Copy Share Image
“Grandma Valerie said they had sent checks to you girls. I thought, “Oops, that won’t make it easy for the girls.” I think the… — Cristin O'Keefe Aptowicz Copy Share Image
“Let's feed out tears to the dragons of misery, but let's never crawl in their mouths.” — Cristin O'Keefe Aptowicz Copy Share Image
