“Loving my Poet as I do, though, I try hard to understand what a poet is. The first clue lies in the fact that my Poet—every poet—is an insomniac. My own reads or wanders about our apartment for the best… — Naeem Murr Copy Share Image
“I could feel it in her, that volatile tenderness that could never forget injury. It was her weakness, her flaw-- that she would never… — Naeem Murr Copy Share Image
“A child is born where his mother suffers most-- is that not always true?” — Naeem Murr Copy Share Image
“God, how easy it is to get people to believe. In fact the only thing no one would believe is how little one has… — Naeem Murr Copy Share Image
“Loving my Poet as I do, though, I try hard to understand what a poet is. The first clue lies in the fact that… — Naeem Murr Copy Share Image
“The fruit in the garden was not about knowledge, but about not knowing, about looking into a face and having no idea whether you… — Naeem Murr Copy Share Image
