“She starkly sees her inanimate future blocked out before her right through to her own end—without him... ...and worst of all, she knows she will be asked about him and be called upon to talk about him and tell the… — Michael Cisco Copy Share Image
Ask anyone what that means, what it means to see a miracle, and they will say that it's something impossible, but they mean that… — Michael Cisco Copy Share Image
“Echoing streets melt into dark autumn rooms—melt to black plastic bags inflated by the wind and spinning on playground blacktop like free-floating punctuation...the horizon… — Michael Cisco Copy Share Image
“The sky all at once is overhead dim and grey, puzzle of blocks sprawl, their own horizon; the city looks like a cemetery full… — Michael Cisco Copy Share Image
Poetry restores language by breaking it, and I think that much contemporary writing restores fantasy, as a genre of writing in contrast to a… — Michael Cisco Copy Share Image
“What it must feel like to lie back with cut wrists in a warm bath, a voluptuous dwindling feeling.” — Michael Cisco Copy Share Image
“Anyone could say that a miracle is something impossible, but they say it thoughtlessly, mindlessly, because most people have such weak imaginations they couldn’t… — Michael Cisco Copy Share Image
“My exuberance breaks things, breaks me. It marches me up to people and elicits from me declarations of love, if only to give me… — Michael Cisco Copy Share Image
“The wind seems to be blowing through the gaps in the conversation like the rushing of empty space.” — Michael Cisco Copy Share Image
Cadavers and spirits are human refuse, and they are absurdly difficult to dispose of properly. When someone dies, a small gang of specialists is… — Michael Cisco Copy Share Image
“She starkly sees her inanimate future blocked out before her right through to her own end—without him... ...and worst of all, she knows she… — Michael Cisco Copy Share Image
