“She is a black statue in a whitewashed wooden chair, a dilapidated board house, sitting still till dusk spreads her silk petticoat across the sagging sky and bats swarm into the evening’s canvas.”

pared-down precision and scorching intensity - Helen Dunmore

We are born to bring light / To honour the blessing of each moment / The gift of every life - Malika Ndlovu

Nor can I drop my lids, nor shade my brows, but there he stands beside the lifted sash. - Frederick Tuckerman 'An Upper Chamber In A Darkened House'

Reid is a poet who lives on in the mind, becomes part of one's inner vocabulary. In every poetic generation that are not more than one or two like that. - The Poetry Review

I believe that in all diverse forms of artistic expression across all countries, there are some sensitivities in common. Esther Phillips

Ah! why has happiness no second spring? Charlotte Smith