“Learning to be a lady / is like learning / to live within a shell, / to be a crustacean encased / in a small white / uncomfortable world.” — Stephanie Hemphill Copy Share Image
“Inside a book, she captures all that's lost. She journals so her words won't fly away.” — Stephanie Hemphill Copy Share Image
“Why uproot a perfectly healthy white blazing star from the soil to allow room for a roadside weed?” — Stephanie Hemphill Copy Share Image
“She breaks. She's sick. Throw a rope, a net. She falls like a shot-up plane. Help her find the landing strip, Her feet are… — Stephanie Hemphill Copy Share Image
“The trees' bare bony fingers point crookedly towards Heaven or Hell or worse than that, towards nowhere.” — Stephanie Hemphill Copy Share Image
“The tides here are too rough. I sink here, happy only when I hoard my little blue sleeping pills, stash the blades of my… — Stephanie Hemphill Copy Share Image
“She said the night was March and black and that the hill where he kissed her and enveloped her in his arms was a… — Stephanie Hemphill Copy Share Image
“I see my future now not as something intangible like a dream, but like a boat meeting land after time spent at sea, a… — Stephanie Hemphill Copy Share Image
“I cannot be assured of exactly what I created be it madness and monster or beauty and light.” — Stephanie Hemphill Copy Share Image
“I fret for Sylvia. She appears anchored to the idea of sinking, which is silly when she so clearly soars above almost everyone.” — Stephanie Hemphill Copy Share Image
“Learning to be a lady / is like learning / to live within a shell, / to be a crustacean encased / in a small white / uncomfortable world.” — Stephanie Hemphill Copy Share Image
“It may be safe to walk, but where do you go when all directions wear the same black ashen despair?” — Stephanie Hemphill Copy Share Image
