Everything Ends With Flowers.

Censor The Body And You Censor Breath And Speech At The Same Time. Write Yourself. Your Body Must Be Heard.

Writing Is The Passageway, The Entrance, The Exit, The Dwelling Place Of The Other In Me.

Everything Ends With Flowers.

We Must Learn To Speak The Language Women Speak When There Is No One There To Correct Us.

I Do Believe In Poetry. I Believe That There Are Creatures Endowed With The Power To Put Things Together And Bring Them Back To Life