Novels Allow Me To Create A Whole

Somebody/ Anybody Sing A Black Girl's Song Bring Her Out To Know Herself To Know You But Sing Her Rhythms Carin/ Struggle/ Hard Times Sing Her Song Of Life She's Been Dead So Long Closed In Silence So Long She Doesn't Know The Sound Of Her Own Voice Her Infinite Beauty She's Half-notes Scattered Without Rhythm/ No Tune Sing Her Sighs Sing The Song Of Her Possibilities Sing A Righteous Gospel Let Her Be Born Let Her Be Born & Handled Warmly.

In Our Ordinaryness We Are Most Bizarre.

Creation Is Everything You Do. Make Something.

I Started Writing Because There's An Absence Of Things I Was Familiar With Or That I Dreamed About. One Of My Senses Of Anger Is Related To This Vacancy - A Yearning I Had As A Teenager. . .and When I Get Ready To Write, I Think I'm Trying To Fill That. . .

Our Society Allows People To Be Absolutely Neurotic And Totally Out Of Touch With Their Feelings And Everyone Else's Feelings, And Yet Be Very Respectable.