It takes a fierce devotion to defend your artistic space, and eternal vigilance over it, because the needs of others will grow like vines in your little plot and claim it back for the jungle. — Judith Ortiz Cofer Copy Share Image
“You are transformed into one of the gypsy ancestors we have never discussed.” — Judith Ortiz Cofer Copy Share Image
“In the wind that may travel as far as you have gone, I send this message: Out here, in a place you will not… — Judith Ortiz Cofer Copy Share Image
It takes a fierce devotion to defend your artistic space, and eternal vigilance over it, because the needs of others will grow like vines… — Judith Ortiz Cofer Copy Share Image
“Living with her taught me this: That silence is a thick and dark curtain, the kind that pulls down over a shop window; that… — Judith Ortiz Cofer Copy Share Image
“Mourning suits us Spanish women. Tragedy turns us into Antigone - maybe we are bred for the part.” — Judith Ortiz Cofer Copy Share Image
“Without you, I am an empty place where spiders crawl and nothing takes root.” — Judith Ortiz Cofer Copy Share Image
“The oldest woman in the village, Paciencia, predicts the weather from the flight of birds: Today it will rain toads, she says, squinting her… — Judith Ortiz Cofer Copy Share Image
“The decade is over, time to begin forgiving old sins. Thirteen years since your death on a Florida interstate - and again a dream… — Judith Ortiz Cofer Copy Share Image
“ I have always known that you will visit my grave. I see myself as a small brown bird, perhaps a sparrow, watching you… — Judith Ortiz Cofer Copy Share Image
