Quotes by : Kristen Henderson

I write for pages,get lost in the mezzaninehidden from stages.

I tell you once and for all—in front of the angel pictures on the wall, that I am not a host to load-bearing....

Even the bees I'd swear were sent to protect us in the delicate business of hives and honey are stung....

And the sculptors will shape the soil for the writers to stretch the seedsfor the patient painters who....

You think it’s a game?Unintelligible? Ha!Envision no spoons.This is serious.It is a matter of joyversus....

Who is so fancy, esoterica saves the day?Who is the Yogi, Namaste?

A giant motherboard of geese,unruffled by the statepolice, swarmed in unison,in harmony...

Sure, I watched the workmen come and lower large pieces of rotten sheetrock and lift new clean panels....

In history, the bleeding from arbitrary beatings, forced breedings, and choked-heatbreathing could almost....

Up past the old lime kiln built into the side of a hill we take a hard right at a clearing lined by brittle....