“Maybe Love stays. Maybe Love can’t. Maybe Love shouldn’t. Love arrives exactly when Love is supposed to and Love leaves exactly when Love must. When Love arrives, say, “Welcome. Make yourself comfortable.” If Love leaves, ask her to leave the… — Sarah Kay Copy Share Image
It’s not just the adage ‘write what you know,’ it’s about gathering up all of the knowledge and experience you’ve collected up to now… — Sarah Kay Copy Share Image
Thinking about writing as an act of celebration is sometimes a helpful framework for me. It allows me to prioritize what I want to… — Sarah Kay Copy Share Image
I don't think it's about art being a career but it's about making sure that if art is something that you love, something that… — Sarah Kay Copy Share Image
I use poetry to help me work through what I don’t understand, but I show up to each new poem with a backpack full… — Sarah Kay Copy Share Image
“Once, she fell off of a ladder when I was three. She says all she was worried about was my face as I watched… — Sarah Kay Copy Share Image
“I love you as much as the ocean kisses the shore no matter how many times it is sent away.” — Sarah Kay Copy Share Image
I write poetry to figure things out. It's what I use as a navigating tool in my life, so when there's something that I… — Sarah Kay Copy Share Image
Not all poetry wants to be storytelling. And not all storytelling wants to be poetry. But great storytellers and great poets share something in… — Sarah Kay Copy Share Image
“What is it about immortality? With the right sword and shield, we think we can fend off anger, fear, and hatred. If our legs… — Sarah Kay Copy Share Image
“And the spaces that he never saw: the ones my parents had labeled private parts when I was still small enough to fit all… — Sarah Kay Copy Share Image
Think it's so unfair when people think that you're not a "real artist" unless you're getting paid for it…I personally know so many poets… — Sarah Kay Copy Share Image
My first spoken word poem, packed with all the wisdom of a 14-year-old, was about the injustice of being seen as unfeminine. The poem… — Sarah Kay Copy Share Image
