The Work Of The World Is Common

We May Be Losing The Ability To Understand Animals Who Are Not Pets Or Horses. We Have Less Contact With Them. We Don't (most Of Us) Tend To Know Even Cows And Pigs, Let Alone Bears Or Wolverines Or Red Tailed Hawks.

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

I Stayed Under The Moon Too Long.i Am Silvered With Lust.dreams Flick Like Minnows Through My Eyes.my Voice Is Trees Tossing In The Wind.i Loose Myself Like A Flock Of Blackbirdsstorming Into Your Face.my Lightest Touch Leaves Blue Prints,bruises On Your Mind.desire Sandpapers Your Skinso Thin I Read The Veins And Arteriesmaps Of Routes I Will Traveltill I Lodge In Your Spine.the Night Is Our Fur.we Curl Inside It Licking.

I Am A Driven Writer. I Feel Guilty If I Don't Write, Not Self-indulgent If I Do.

The Moon Is Always Female And So Am I Although Often In The Vale Of Razorblades I Have Wished I Could Put On And Take Off My Sex Like A Dress And Why Not?