The Body Is Wiser Than

Spring, / You Are A Pinking Shears: You Cut / Fresh Edges On The World.

Poetry Is Fired By Love.

The Greatest Feminists Have Also Been The Greatest Lovers. I'm Thinking Not Only Of Mary Wollstonecraft And Her Daughter Mary Shelley, But Of Anais Nin, Edna St. Vincent Millay, And Of Course Sappho. You Cannot Divide Creative Juices From Human Juices. And As Long As Juicy Women Are Equated With Bad Women, We Will Err On The Side Of Being Bad.

Jealousy Is All The Fun You Think They Had.

The Dilemma Is That If One Does Not Risk Anything One Risks Even More.