“I remember a man, a very lonely man, coming up to me at the end of a reading and looking into my face and saying, 'I feel as if I have looked down a corridor and seen into your soul.'… — Marie Howe Copy Share Image
When we think we have something to say we are usually wrong. We are fooling ourselves. Trip into discovery. Don't write what you know, discover something new. — Marie Howe Copy Share Image
“Even If I Don’t See it Again Even if I don’t see it again.–nor ever feel it I know it is–and that if once… — Marie Howe Copy Share Image
“I remember a man, a very lonely man, coming up to me at the end of a reading and looking into my face and… — Marie Howe Copy Share Image
Poetry holds the knowledge that we are alive and that we know we're going to die, — Marie Howe Copy Share Image
“I had no idea that the gate I would step through to finally enter this world would be the space my brother’s body made.” — Marie Howe Copy Share Image
“ WHAT THE LIVING DO Johnny, the kitchen sink has been clogged for days, some utensil probably fell down there. And the Drano won't… — Marie Howe Copy Share Image
But there are moments, walking, when I catch a glimpse of myself in the window glass, say, the window of the corner video store,… — Marie Howe Copy Share Image
Without devotion any life becomes a stranger's story...told for the body to forget what it once loved. — Marie Howe Copy Share Image
Every poem holds the unspeakable inside it. The unsayable... The thing that you can't really say because it's too complicated. It's too complex for… — Marie Howe Copy Share Image
