“The dusty library air is electric with secrets/ almost palpable in the thick quiet that bounces between/ Cal and those books and… — Stasia Ward Kehoe Copy Share Image
“Thank God there are places with sounds that make me cry from beauty, not from pain.” — Stasia Ward Kehoe Copy Share Image
“I play the music of Steven for Steven; ragged, helpless, it owns me, enveloping me with an incomprehensible love -” — Stasia Ward Kehoe Copy Share Image
“I calculate the breadth of Steven's shoulders, now wider than mine; watch him tear open the Blokus game he likes to play… — Stasia Ward Kehoe Copy Share Image
