I want to walk like I’m the only woman on earth and I can have my pick. — Kim Addonizio Copy Share Image
“For You" For you I undress down to the sheaths of my nerves. I remove my jewelry and set it on the nightstand, I… — Kim Addonizio Copy Share Image
“Robert Frost said, “No surprise for the writer, no surprise for the reader.” — Kim Addonizio Copy Share Image
“But don’t wait for something to happen before you begin to write; pay attention to the world around you, right now.” — Kim Addonizio Copy Share Image
I only want to walk a little longer in the cold blessing of the rain, and lift my face to it. — Kim Addonizio Copy Share Image
“Imagine a sentence as a hall with a series of doors. Each door is a possible way to use what you’ve already written to… — Kim Addonizio Copy Share Image
I want to walk like I’m the only woman on earth and I can have my pick. — Kim Addonizio Copy Share Image
“This is your genius: your own profound desire to write. Your love of words and language, your attempt to get to what poet Donald… — Kim Addonizio Copy Share Image
“And finally the glass that contains and spills this stuff continually while the drinker hunches before it, while the bartender gathers up empties, gives… — Kim Addonizio Copy Share Image
“Give me the strongest cheese, the one that stinks best; and I want the good wine, the swirl in crystal surrendering the bruised scent… — Kim Addonizio Copy Share Image
“Like That" Love me like a wrong turn on a bad road late at night, with no moon and no town anywhere and a… — Kim Addonizio Copy Share Image
“What Do Women Want?" I want a red dress. I want it flimsy and cheap, I want it too tight, I want to wear… — Kim Addonizio Copy Share Image
Maybe you're one of those people who writes poems, but rarely reads them. Let me put this as delicately as I can: If you… — Kim Addonizio Copy Share Image
“You have a vision. The stink of the opossum, or possibly the Kodiak bear, is rising into the air around you, and there is… — Kim Addonizio Copy Share Image
“Today I found a twenty in the red-lined pocket of my wool coat. There’s no twenty-dollar bill in the red lining of my uterus.” — Kim Addonizio Copy Share Image
