“Shift #5 for Seamus Heaney a box of coconut water two cans of coconut milk so many looking for help some people care when a poet dies a poem is a conscience a report card, a confession: today my lies… — Ali Liebegott Copy Share Image
As a poet and writer in general I feel very grateful that I can just make a chapbook and that we don't have the… — Ali Liebegott Copy Share Image
I'm always struck with writing - I constantly feel like I don't know what I'm doing and I'm starting over. — Ali Liebegott Copy Share Image
Since becoming an alleged adult, I've always felt like I should exercise - or should at least want to exercise - and make a… — Ali Liebegott Copy Share Image
I'm always wondering what is the job that gives the writer the most amount of time to write. I still don't know what the… — Ali Liebegott Copy Share Image
“Shift #5 for Seamus Heaney a box of coconut water two cans of coconut milk so many looking for help some people care when… — Ali Liebegott Copy Share Image
When I see a room full of people pedaling away on stationary bikes, I fall into an existential spiral. It's confirmation that all we… — Ali Liebegott Copy Share Image
“Lots of people hate gay people. You can tell who they are because they start sentences with, "It's not like I hate gay people.” — Ali Liebegott Copy Share Image
I feel very discouraged with the state of gay and lesbian publishing because I don't feel like we're really welcome in the mainstream and… — Ali Liebegott Copy Share Image
I'm a writer who stacks cat food for a living. It's true: I have a master's degree in creative writing, I've published two critically… — Ali Liebegott Copy Share Image
“Who isn't interesting enough to help -- what forgotten woman sits in a lawn chair in her yard with a can of soda pressed… — Ali Liebegott Copy Share Image
For me writing is so perplexing, because if we were playing ping pong and we weren't writing - twenty years later you'd be just… — Ali Liebegott Copy Share Image
“The daughter wants to turn the past on its back like a turtle or a roach, leaving those legs walking futilely through air cheering… — Ali Liebegott Copy Share Image
