I haven't written poetry in a long time but I read it and I miss it. It is so hard to write. So hard to finish, so hard to find the exact word to make it shine. In honor of… — Ellen Gilchrist Copy Share Image
“It was spring when it happened and the schoolroom windows were open all day long, and every afternoon after Billy left we had milk from little waxy cartons and Mrs. Jansma would read us chapters from a wonderful book about… — Ellen Gilchrist Copy Share Image
One thing I know is that it is a bad idea to marry someone who had bad parents. If they hated their mother, if… — Ellen Gilchrist Copy Share Image
“Cuddle up. Rain always stops. It always stops. It always does. -The Brown Cape” — Ellen Gilchrist Copy Share Image
We live at the level of our language. Whatever we can articulate we can imagine or understand or explore. — Ellen Gilchrist Copy Share Image
I love New York, but I wish they wouldn't put clothes on their dogs. — Ellen Gilchrist Copy Share Image
I never thought it was unusual to write, and I've been writing or pretending to write since before I even started school. — Ellen Gilchrist Copy Share Image
All you have to do to educate a child is leave him alone and teach him to read. The rest is brainwashing. — Ellen Gilchrist Copy Share Image
The Mississippi coast is not like south Florida, but it always seems warm enough for sandals and short-sleeved shirts, except for now and then. — Ellen Gilchrist Copy Share Image
“By the time the class ended I was back into an optimistic mood about their work. They were learning, they were working, it takes… — Ellen Gilchrist Copy Share Image
“She was always saying things like that but I let her be my best friend anyway.” — Ellen Gilchrist Copy Share Image
