The Sweat Of Hard Work Is Not

When I Am Composing, I Try To Clear My Mind Of Having To Publish, Or Having To Sell A Book Or Find Readers. That Kind Of Thinking Gets In The Way.

My Aunt Could Not Have Been The Lone Romantic Who Gave Up Everything For Sex. Women In The Old China Did Not Choose. Some Man Had Commanded Her To Lie With Him And Be His Secret Evil.

In A Time Of Destruction, Create Something: A Poem, A Parade, A Community, A School, A Vow, A Moral Principle; One Peaceful Moment.

When Alone I Am Not Aware Of My Race Or My Sex, Both In Need Of Social Contexts For Definition.

There's Something In Life That's A Curtain, And I Keep Trying To Raise It.