Quotes from Harryette Mullen

I regret to say I'm unable to reply to your unexpressed desires.

Poetry is language playing with itself.

Walking the path, I stop to pick up bleached bark from a tree, curled into a scroll of ancient wisdom I am unable to read. Even in my dreams I'm hiking these mountain trails expecting to find a rock that nature has shaped to remind me of a heart.

As you have forgotten, so one day might you remember how to be wild and bewildered, to be wilder and be wilderness?

We proudly harvest rainwater"—a sign in a neighbor's yard. With a deep barrel I could humbly and thankfully harvest rain.