... This World Gives No Room To

In The Interstices Of Language Lie Powerful Secrets Of The Culture.

You Must Write, And Read, As If Your Life Depended On It.

White Hate Crimes, White Hate Speech. I Still Try To Claim I Wasn't Brought Up To Hate. But Hate Isn't The Half Of It. I Grew Up In The Vast Encircling Presumption Of Whiteness - That Primary Quality Of Being Which Knows Itself, Its Passions, Only Against An Otherness That Has To Be Dehumanized. I Grew Up In White Silence That Was Utterly Obsessional. Race Was The Theme Whatever The Topic.

When A Woman Tells The Truth She Is Creating The Possibility For More Truth Around Her.

Poems Are Like Dreams: In Them You Put What You Don't Know You Know.