Sure, I watched the workmen come and lower large pieces of rotten sheetrock and lift new clean panels on a pulley from that same window months ago, and I could have written then, but I must have sensed her coming, the smoker, so I waited.

— Kristen Henderson

The outfit, tight in places, and loose in some, says as much in the buttons as it does in cuffs.

— Kristen Henderson

There’s a pressure at all hours of the day only a poem can assuage.

— Kristen Henderson

Think of the Christmas present of gashes you opened when, in an attempt to be Superman, you slid in stocking feet on a slippery wood floor and crashed halfway through a window. Hopes of heroism dashed on the heels of no clear sighting of Santa.

— Kristen Henderson

Through a trick lighting technique the skyline was made and faded with the care of a pointillist— maybe aiding us to think nothing was missing. We traded verbs about what was happening in the metropolis, realizing, in the scorched plum of dusk, actual human infinity was occurring on an island before us....

— Kristen Henderson

Time’s relativity is considered and abandoned, for the more revelatory experiences of starlight in strands, and pearly floors that span as far as absolute compassion...

— Kristen Henderson

Up past the old lime kiln built into the side of a hill we take a hard right at a clearing lined by brittle apple trees still willing to bear fruit. I snap sticks beneath my feet and steal pictures of the view while you reach for something sweet, as much as it bows to you.

— Kristen Henderson

...we’re not even really hiking, more like meandering in cinematic light.

— Kristen Henderson

What if there was an uncanny moment when all the birds were grounded from Cape Town to Juneau, and everywhere between--all feathers frozen in a universal stutter, so quick as to make a snail of light, and even Stephen Hawking's mind would miss it?

— Kristen Henderson

Who is so fancy, esoterica saves the day? Who is the Yogi, Namaste?

— Kristen Henderson