“ You grow. You are large. You are a 19th century poem.All of America is inside you,a catalogue of lives and landand burrowing things.-From "Catalogue Donika Kelly
“ Refuse the old means of measurement.Rely instead on the thrumming wilderness of self. Listen.-From "Out West Donika Kelly
“ You bear a sword and shield, remind meof her labor, her stoning gaze. What beastwill your blade free next? What call will you loosefrom another woman's throat? Donika Kelly
