All day I've built a lifetime and now the sun sinks to undo it..

Our checks are pale. Our wallets are invalids. Past due, past due, is what our bills are saying and yet we kiss in every corner, scuffing the dust an….

Writers are such phonies: they sometimes have wise insights but they don't live by them at all. That's what writers are like...you think they know so….

If you meet a cross-eyed person you must plunge into the grass, alongside the chilly ants, fish through the green fingernails and come up with the fo….

The beautiful feeling after writing a poem is on the whole better even than after sex, and that's saying a lot..

I'm an empress. I wear an apron. My typewriter writes. It didn't break the way it warned. Even crazy, I'm as nice as a chocolate bar..

Let the light be called Day so that men may grow corn or take busses..

I think it will be a miracle if I don't someday end up killing myself..

I tell you what you’ll never really know: all the medical hypothesis that explained my brain will never be as true as these struck leaves letting go..

It's all a matter of history. Brandy is no solace. Librium only lies me down like a dead snow queen. Yes! I am still the criminal..

Put your ear down close to your soul and listen hard..

What a lay me down this is with two pink, two orange, two green, two white goodnights..

God owns heaven but He craves the earth..

All I am is the trick of words writing themselves..

God is only mocked by believers..

I suffer for birds and fireflies but not frogs, she said, and threw him across the room. Kaboom! Like a genie out of a samovar, a handsome prince aro….

Somebody who should have been born is gone. Yes, woman, such logic will lead to loss without death. Or say what you meant, you coward . . . this bab….

All who love have lied..

I am tearing the feathers out of the pillows, waiting, waiting for Daddy to come home and stuff me so full of our infected child that I turn invisibl….

Love? Be it man. Be it woman. It must be a wave you want to glide in on, give your body to it, give your laugh to it, give, when the gravelly sand ta….

Yes, I know. Death sits with his key in my lock. Not one day is taken for granted. Even nursery rhymes have put me in hock..