Whatever Is Not An Energy Source, Is

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

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.

We Seek Not Rest But Transformation. We Are Dancing Through Each Other As Doorways.

A Strong Woman Is A Woman Who Craves Love Like Oxygen Or She Turns Blue Choking. A Strong Woman Is A Woman Who Loves Strongly And Weeps Strongly And Is Strongly Terrified And Has Strong Needs. A Strong Woman Is Strong In Words, In Action, In Connection, In Feeling; She Is Not Strong As A Stone But As A Wolf Suckling Her Young. Strength Is Not In Her, But She Enacts It As The Wind Fills A Sail.

Only When We Break The Mirror And Climb Into Our Vision, Only When We Are The Wind Together Streaming And Singing, Only In The Dream We Become With Our Bones For Spears, We Are Real At Last And Wake.