I Lived In The First

Try To Live As If There Were A God

Slowly I Would Get To Pen And Paper, Make My Poems For Others Unseen And Unborn. In The Day I Would Be Reminded Of Those Men And Women, Brave, Setting Up Signals Across Vast Distances, Considering A Nameless Way Of Living, Of Almost Unimagined Values.

The World Is Not Made Of Molecules, The World Is Made Of Stories.

The Fear Of Poetry Is An Indication That We Are Cut Off From Our Own Reality.

Women In Drudgery Knew They Must Be One Of Four: Whores, Artists, Saints, And Wives. There Are Composite Lives That Women Always Live