“And finally the glass that contains and spills this stuff continually while the drinker hunches before it, while the bartender gathers up empties, gives back the drinker's own face. Who knows what it looks like; who cares whether or not… — Kim Addonizio Copy Share Image
“For You" For you I undress down to the sheaths of my nerves. I remove my jewelry and set it on the nightstand, I… — Kim Addonizio Copy Share Image
“Robert Frost said, “No surprise for the writer, no surprise for the reader.” — Kim Addonizio Copy Share Image
“But don’t wait for something to happen before you begin to write; pay attention to the world around you, right now.” — Kim Addonizio Copy Share Image
I only want to walk a little longer in the cold blessing of the rain, and lift my face to it. — Kim Addonizio Copy Share Image
“Imagine a sentence as a hall with a series of doors. Each door is a possible way to use what you’ve already written to… — Kim Addonizio Copy Share Image
I want to walk like I’m the only woman on earth and I can have my pick. — Kim Addonizio Copy Share Image
“This is your genius: your own profound desire to write. Your love of words and language, your attempt to get to what poet Donald… — Kim Addonizio Copy Share Image
“And finally the glass that contains and spills this stuff continually while the drinker hunches before it, while the bartender gathers up empties, gives… — Kim Addonizio Copy Share Image
“Give me the strongest cheese, the one that stinks best; and I want the good wine, the swirl in crystal surrendering the bruised scent… — Kim Addonizio Copy Share Image
“Like That" Love me like a wrong turn on a bad road late at night, with no moon and no town anywhere and a… — Kim Addonizio Copy Share Image
“What Do Women Want?" I want a red dress. I want it flimsy and cheap, I want it too tight, I want to wear… — Kim Addonizio Copy Share Image
