Quotes by Pattiann Rogers

Mothers,fathers,our kind,tell me again that death doesnt matter.Tell me its just a limitation of vision ,a fold of landscape,a deep flax-and-poppy-filled gully hidden on the hill, pleat in our perception a somersault of existence,natural,even beneficent even a gift,the only key to the red-lacquered door at the end of the hall,water within water, those old stories.