“to know a country takes all we know of love: some days better than others, but never easy to keep our promise every morning of every year, of every century, and wake up, stumble downstairs with all our raging hope, sit down at the kitchen table again, still blurry-eyed, still tired, and say: Listen, we need to talk.” LoveCountryAmericaPoetryPoemImprovingWhat I Know Of Country Book:How to Love a Country Source: How to Love a Country
“Write one more stanza—now. Set the page ablaze with the anger in the hollow ache of our bones— anger for the new hate, same as the old kind of hate for the wrong skin color, for the accent in a voice, for the love of those we’re not supposed to love. Anger for the voice of politics armed with lies, fear that holds democracy at gunpoint.” LoveWritingPoetryPoemHatredAngerLgbtqShootingsPulse Nightclub Book:How to Love a Country Source: How to Love a Country
