The Words Are Purposes./the Words Are Maps./i

The Liar Leads An Existence Of Unutterable Loneliness.

Can You Remember? When We Thought The Poets Taught How To Live?

Most Women Have Not Even Been Able To Touch This Anger, Except To Drive It Inward Like A Rusted Nail.

There Is No 'the Truth,' 'a Truth'--truth Is Not One Thing, Or Even A System. It Is An Increasing Complexity.

When My Dreams Showed Signs Of Becoming Politically Correct No Unruly Images Escaping Beyond Borders ... Then I Began To Wonder