“Let me tell you something about meditation. At the absolute center, is the vortex we are spun from like clay, there is a shaping hand which is neither Godlike nor peaceful as you imagine.” — Forrest Gander Copy Share Image
“The break-hard determination to be a good person, what happened to that? How is it true I have to go now? She's lost my… — Forrest Gander Copy Share Image
“Let me tell you something about meditation. At the absolute center, is the vortex we are spun from like clay, there is a shaping… — Forrest Gander Copy Share Image
There's an old blues refrain: I begged for water, you gave me gasoline. — Forrest Gander Copy Share Image
I have lost the consolation of faith/ though not the ambition to worship — Forrest Gander Copy Share Image
Robert Creeley has forged a signature style in American poetry, an idiosyncratic, highly elliptical, syntactical compression by which the character of his mind’s concentrated… — Forrest Gander Copy Share Image
In mauve sea-orchids as in her striking earlier book Guardians of the Secret, Lila Zemborain brings into relationship the viscera of the body and… — Forrest Gander Copy Share Image
