Whatever Is Not An Energy Source, Is

I Have No Connections Here; Only Gusty Collisions, Rootless Seedlings Forced Into Bloom, That Collapse. ... I Am The Visiting Poet: A Real Unicorn, A Wind-up Plush Dodo, A Wax Museum Of The Movement. People Want To Push The Buttons And See Me Glow.

One Trouble: To Be A Professional Anything In The United States Is To Think Of Oneself As An Expert And One's Ideas As Semisacred, And To Treat Others In A Certain Way - Professionally.

Writing Is A Futile Attempt To Preserve What Disappears Moment By Moment.

Pain Is A Forcing Sieve That Turns Me To Gruel.

Shall I Tell You Something I've Been Noticing? The Mistrust This Society Has For Women. All Kinds Of Experts And Officials Are Terrified Because So Many Women Are Working. They Really Think That Women Have To Be Coerced Into Having Babies And Raising Kids.