Even when I cannot write, I know I am still a writer, just the way I know I am still sexual even if I have not had a lover for many months..

When you died I didn't weep nor dream but knew you like a god breathe in each healing we begin..

Sweep the garden, any size, said the roshi. Sweeping, sweeping alone as the garden grows large or small. Any song sung working the garden brings up f….

She who loves roses must be patient and not cry out when she is pierced by thorns..

I am a woman / who understands / the necessity of an impulse whose goal or origin / still lie beyond me..

Sisterhood - that is, primary and bonding love from women - is, like motherhood, a capacity, not a destiny. It must be chosen, exercised by acts of w….

Days I kept busy with fractured angels' client masquerades..