Most Women Have Not Even

Every Journey Into The Past Is Complicated By Delusions, False Memories, False Namings Of Real Events.

Sleeping. Turning In Turn Like Planets Rotating In Their Midnight Meadow: A Touch Is Enough To Let Us Know We're Not Alone In The Universe, Even In Sleep.

... How Have I Used Rivers, How Have I Used Wars To Escape Writing Of The Worst Thing Of All-- Not The Crimes Of Other, Not Even Our Own Death, But The Failure To Want Our Freedom Passionately Enough So That Blighted Elms, Sick Rivers, Massacres Would Seem Mere Emblems Of That Desecration Of Ourselves?

Not Biology, But Ignorance Of Ourselves, Has Been The Key To Our Powerlessness

When A Woman Tells The Truth She Is Creating The Possibility For More Truth Around Her.