“The honourable life is like timing. One might not have the talent for it. Take this guy up ahead who's driven 45 minutes with his turn signal on through this jurisdiction of few exits, as if the hope of a… — Karen Solie Copy Share Image
“and language upend its papers looking for an entry adequate to the sliced smell of budding poplars.” — Karen Solie Copy Share Image
“Silence, the breath inside the body of what is, sings an unbroken tone struck in the key of nil. This endless untitled exclamation implicit… — Karen Solie Copy Share Image
“The honourable life is like timing. One might not have the talent for it. Take this guy up ahead who's driven 45 minutes with… — Karen Solie Copy Share Image
“the only animal who kills from a distance, noise for a voice and noise for a home, for whom all places are alike.” — Karen Solie Copy Share Image
“Night climbs its long underground staircase. It recalls what it has to tell us.” — Karen Solie Copy Share Image
