“This must be the taste of Language— the tongue mapped by many colors, parsed by the vowels of memory, the roof of the mouth the dome of a world circumscribed by consonants, whose edges suggest the sour-sweetness of oranges, the… — Marjorie M. Evasco Copy Share Image
“She turns to the man beside her, As if to say she understood how inside And outside the rooms of love The landscape was… — Marjorie M. Evasco Copy Share Image
“She had known ever since she felt the miracle of his heart quickening in her, it would end the way it began: her arms… — Marjorie M. Evasco Copy Share Image
“This must be the taste of Language— the tongue mapped by many colors, parsed by the vowels of memory, the roof of the mouth… — Marjorie M. Evasco Copy Share Image
“The dancer...knows it takes Ten sacred years to learn one gesture Of the wind’s caress on the skin of water. Tonight, in the shadows… — Marjorie M. Evasco Copy Share Image
“There is a season to this ripening, the way sap of tree rises to fulfill fruit of the topmost branch, or the motion of… — Marjorie M. Evasco Copy Share Image
“This is how I desire God on this island With you today: basic and blue As the sea that softens our feet with salt… — Marjorie M. Evasco Copy Share Image
“This paper is a crane. When its wings unfold, The paper will be pure and empty.” — Marjorie M. Evasco Copy Share Image
“We have joined the trek of desert women, humped over from carrying our own oases in the claypots of our lives, gathering broken shards… — Marjorie M. Evasco Copy Share Image
