When Someone, Let's Say A Teacher, Speaks

Pride Is A Tricky, Glorious, Double-edged Feeling.

... Passion For Survival Is The Great Theme Of Women's Poetry.

When Someone With The Authority Of A Teacher Describes The World And You’re Not In It, There’s A Moment Of Psychic Disequilibrium, As If You Looked Into A Mirror And Saw Nothing.

I'd Call It Love If Love Didn't Take So Many Years But Lust Too Is A Jewel.

You Have To Be Free To Play Around With The Notion That Day Might Be Night, Love Might Be Hate; Nothing Can Be Too Sacred For The Imagination To Turn Into Its Opposite Or To Call Experimentally By Another Name. For Writing Is Re-naming.