I Started To Send My Work To

I'm Addicted To Email, But Other Than That, There Are Practical Things - Being Able To Buy A Book On The Internet That You Can't Find In Your Local Bookshop. This Could Be A Lifeline If You Live Further From The Sources.

Who Gets To Choose What Battle Takes Her Down?

Did You Love Well What Very Soon You Left? Come Home And Take Me In Your Arms And Take Away This Stomach Ache, Headache, Heartache. Never So Full, I Never Was Bereft So Utterly. The Winter Evenings Drift Dark To The Window. Not One Work Will Make You, Where You Are, Turn In Your Day, Or Wake From Your Night Toward Me. The Only Gift I Got To Keep Or Give Is What I've Cried, Floodgates Let Down To Mourning For The Dead Chances, For The End Of Being Young, For Everyone I Loved Who Really Died. I Drank Our One Year Out In Brine Instead Of Honey From The Seasons Of Your Tongue.

I Think There Is Something About Coming To A City To Work That Puts You In Touch With It In A Different Way.

The Woman Poet Must Be Either A Sexless, Reclusive Eccentric, With Nothing To Say Specifically To Women, Or A Brilliant, Tragic, Tortured Suicide.