Experience Is Always Larger Than Language.

To Work And Suffer Is To Be At Home. All Else Is Scenery.

Every Poem Breaks A Silence That Had To Be Overcome.

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

Can Individual Psychic Wounds Really Heal In An Abusive And Fragmented Society? Audre Lorde Has A Poem Which Begins, "what Do We Want From Each Other/ After We Have Told Our Stories?" Where Do We Go To Explore Our Stake With Others In Such A Society?

I Don’t Think We Can Separate Art From Overall Human Dignity And Hope.