The Pitcher Cries For Water To Carry

I Am My Mother's Daughter,... I Am Her Only Novel.

The Body Is Simple As A Turtle / And Straight As A Dog: / The Body Cannot Lie.

All Women Are Misfits. We Do Not Fit Into This World Without Amputations.

I Mourn In Grey, Grey As The Sleeted Wind The Bled Shades Of Twilight, Gunmetal, Battleships, Industrial Paint.

This Life Is A War We Are Not Yet Winning For Our Daughters' Children. Don't Do Your Enemies' Work For Them. Finish Your Own.