When I Work I Am

Purple As Tulips In May, Mauve Into Lush Velvet, Purple As The Stain Blackberries Leave On The Lips, On The Hands, The Purple Of Ripe Grapes Sunlit And Warm As Flesh.

Shall I Tell You Something I've Been Noticing? The Mistrust This Society Has For Women. All Kinds Of Experts And Officials Are Terrified Because So Many Women Are Working. They Really Think That Women Have To Be Coerced Into Having Babies And Raising Kids.

Every Artist Creates With Open Eyes What She Sees In Her Dream.

Grandmother Hannah Comes To Me At Pesach And When I Am Lighting The Sabbath Candles. The Sweet Wine In The Cup Has Her Breath.... A Little Winter No Spring Can Melt.

Any Life Is Lived In A Particular Time And Place. Every Life Is Impacted By The Family's Socio-economic Circumstances, And, In Later Life, By The Person's.