Who would have guessed it possible that waiting is sustainable. A place with its own harvest.
Kay RyanCROWN Too much rain loosens trees. In the hills giant oaks fall upon their knees. You can touch parts you have no right to— places only birds should fly to.
Kay RyanSmall presses take chances. Chances are at the heart of all the literature we later know as great.
Kay RyanThe day misspent, the love misplaced, has inside it the seed of redemption. Nothing is exempt from resurrection.
Kay RyanBAIT GOAT There is a distance where magnets pull, we feel, having held them back. Likewise there is a distance where words attract. Set one out like a bait goat and wait and seven others will approach. But watch out: roving packs can pull your word away. You find your stake yanked and some rough bunch to thank.
Kay Ryan