“I scratch down happiness, I want my ink to do happy dances, to careen across the pages staggering like a drunken fellow,… — Bryana Johnson Copy Share Image
“I too was pinched off from a piece of clay, I too modeled by omnipotence and flanked by things too wonderful for… — Bryana Johnson Copy Share Image
“The ocean-blue bowl won’t refuse to bruise, won’t hold it back from the gaping earth-wounds. There will still come water, chill wind… — Bryana Johnson Copy Share Image
“Friend who has fired the kingfishers and flamed the dragonflies – they catch your light however they move and beam it out… — Bryana Johnson Copy Share Image
“Never say savor when you only mean taste – one is a holding on the tongue and an intoxication and the other… — Bryana Johnson Copy Share Image
“I scratch down happiness, I want my ink to do happy dances, to careen across the pages staggering like a drunken fellow, giddy on… — Bryana Johnson Copy Share Image
“I too was pinched off from a piece of clay, I too modeled by omnipotence and flanked by things too wonderful for me” — Bryana Johnson Copy Share Image
“The ocean-blue bowl won’t refuse to bruise, won’t hold it back from the gaping earth-wounds. There will still come water, chill wind and happy… — Bryana Johnson Copy Share Image
“It is something to have gazed on the constellated white, felt it running from the eyes and the pores: the salt of love. It… — Bryana Johnson Copy Share Image
“Friend who has fired the kingfishers and flamed the dragonflies – they catch your light however they move and beam it out of their eyes.” — Bryana Johnson Copy Share Image
“Never say savor when you only mean taste – one is a holding on the tongue and an intoxication and the other is cursory,… — Bryana Johnson Copy Share Image
