All the black leather she needs is the E-Z boy recliner where her love is parked with one of his hands wrapped around a remote, the other, a bottle of beer. She's right. It's kinky. The way he doesn't look… — Daphne Gottlieb Copy Share Image
Poetry is a lousy form of activism; it doesn't really change much. And maybe we can point to one or two historical times when… — Daphne Gottlieb Copy Share Image
“ I KNEW IT WAS OVER when tonight you couldn't make the phone ring when you used to make the sun rise when trees… — Daphne Gottlieb Copy Share Image
Love - at least the pair-bonded, prescribed love - does not conquer all. — Daphne Gottlieb Copy Share Image
“This week in live current events: your eyes. All power can be dangerous: Direct or alternating, you, socket to me. Plugged in and the… — Daphne Gottlieb Copy Share Image
I go through periods of not writing. Until there's something I can't find in the world that I need, so I write. — Daphne Gottlieb Copy Share Image
There is nothing going on. I took nothing you wanted. You can't have it back. — Daphne Gottlieb Copy Share Image
I'm entranced by the idea of reading the culture back to itself, because I'm conscious that we as people and also as a culture… — Daphne Gottlieb Copy Share Image
I go in and out of season. I won't write for months, and then all of a sudden, I'll write like I've got a… — Daphne Gottlieb Copy Share Image
you can take this mouth this wound you want but you can't kiss and make it better. — Daphne Gottlieb Copy Share Image
“As she bends for a Kleenex in the dark, I am thinking of other girls: the girl I loved who fell in love with… — Daphne Gottlieb Copy Share Image
