The words are purposes./The words are maps./I came to see the damage that was done/and the treasures that prevail..

... people are growing up in the slack flicker of a pale light which lacks the concentrated burn of a candle flame or oil wick or the bulb of a goose….

The danger lies in forgetting what we had. The flow between generations becomes a trickle, grandchildren tape-recording grandparents' memories on spe….

The [Vietnam War Memorial] Wall became a magnet for citizens of every generation, class, race, and relationship to the war perhaps because it is the ….

I believe that words can help us move or keep us paralysed, and that our choices of language and verbal tone have something - a great deal - to do wi….

I'd call it love if love didn't take so many years but lust too is a jewel..

Most women have not even been able to touch this anger, except to drive it inward like a rusted nail..

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 encircli….

We move but our words stand become responsible for more than we intended and this is verbal privilege.

When the landscape buckles and jerks around, when a dust column of debris rises from the collapse of a block of buildings on bodies that could have b….

Women's art, though created in solitude, wells up out of community. There is, clearly, both enormous hunger for the work thus being diffused, and an ….

These scars bear witness but whether to repair or to destruction I no longer know..

The dialectic between change and continuity is a painful but deeply instructive one, in personal life as in the life of a people.To "see the light" t….

No one ever told us we had to study our lives,make of our lives a study, as if learning natural historyor music, that we should beginwith the simple ….

A book of poems doesn't just come out by chance, an editor has to select it, a publisher has to distribute it or you will never see it..

I came to explore the wreck..

We have lived with violence far too long..

A thinking woman sleeps with monsters..

Language is as real, as tangible, in our lives as streets, pipelines, telephone switchboards, microwaves, radioactivity, cloning laboratories, nuclea….

In America we have only the present tense. I am in danger. You are in danger..

Art, whose honesty must work through artifice, cannot avoid cheating truth..