Tim Seibles Quotes

Missing someone is like hearing a name sung quietly from somewhere behind you. Even after you know no one is there, you keep looking back.

Words slip into a language the way white-green vines slide between slats in a fence.

Some things take root in the brain and just don’t let go.

The Soul is a house...Let it burn!

I think of myself as an ambassador of the arts. In my heart of hearts, I know the world would be a more peaceful, tender place if we were more moved by the poetry around us.