A Selection of Bookish Words | quotes + poetry | feat. old photos of mine | Part Two

Hello again, dear readers. After a week of spring-like weather, spring has officially arrived, bringing with it another stretch of rather cool days. Despite this delay of true warm weather, farm-life is beginning to pick up its pace as we begin the transition from winter-schedule to summer-schedule.

And – due to my general lack of extra time and the fact that I am attempting to watch some of Ketanji Brown’s Senate confirmation hearing – let’s jump into this collection of words and photos.

If you missed it, check out Part One here.

When life is hectic, Julia is able to keep thoughts and questions tucked in the back of a drawer. Today, during a rare quiet of early morning, her thoughts turn gently inward as she works. Each stitch a meditation.

What is the cost of silence? If she remains quiet about her suspicions, is she granting acceptance of what is happening? If she imposes silence upon Ana and Rafa, what is that telling them? That she is ashamed of their parents? Their parents did nothing wrong. They were academics, hardworking, sophisticated people. Their father wanted to create a school outside of the Catholic Church. That is all.

Her mind reaches deeper into the drawer. That is not all.

Fountains of Silence – Ruta Sepetys

“You don’t think that I’m disappointed? My parents died in a car accident when I was nine. It messed me up. I clung to books and words because, unlike people, they’d never abandon me. I’m so bad at relationships that no one’s ever loved me enough to marry me – or hell, even date me. But I’m not running around blaming anybody. I’m doing the work.”

“Which is what exactly?”

“Letting it hurt. Scraping the rust off my heart. Setting around this tent fire in the godforsaken bush, freezing my can off, and pondering life’s mysteries with my sad-sack cowboy pal, creating memories that will make me laugh.”

Fountains of Silence – Ruta Sepetys

“Ballet is many things, some of them less than savory, but it was always meant to be a most noble dance in royal courts, ever and only for the pleasure of its primary admirer – the king.”

I grasped the edge of my seat, feeling the carved flowers below the cushion against my palm. “Is that so?”

“Others have always been allowed to look on, but it was always, from the start, meant primarily for the king…A great many things that were originally noble and beautiful have been tarnished by this world, but that doesn’t change what they were originally created to be.”

A Midnight Dance – Joanna Davidson Politano

Then, with my grief at its peak, I bled my pain onto the page, spreading its black inkiness in perfect swooping letters. raw, concise phrases revealed the true hurt of fresh loss.

How cleansing to cut one’s heart open and lay it on the page. Cleansing, yet terrifying.

Lady Jayne Disappears – Joanna Davidson Politano

The other girls call me conceited…

When your body takes up more room than your voice

you are always the target of well-aimed rumors,

which is why I let my knuckles talk for me,

Which is why I learned to shrug when my name was replaced by insults.

I’ve forced my skin just as thick as I am.

The Poet X – Elizabeth Acevedo

It happens when I’m at bodegas.

It happens when I’m at school.

It happens when I’m on the train.

It happens when I’m standing on the platform.

It happens when I’m sitting on the stoop.

It happens when I’m turning the corner.

It happens when I forget to be on guard.

It happens all the time.

The Poet X – Elizabeth Acevedo

The thing that flows

from the charcoal to my scrap

of paper is nothing

that can be described

with words. Just an image

I can’t even name.

Echoes of the tales

my mother used to tell.

Shadows of the places

where different colors come together.

Vanishing points.


I am not myself unless

some part of my body

is covered in paint.

The more paint, the more cover,

the more I am Artemisia.

The paint is not a shield

or armor

but another skin.


Which of these excerpts/quotes stood out to you? Why?

Have you read any of these books?

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