It's as if, in the mother's eyes, her smile, her stroking touch, the child first reads the message:'You are there!'

Strangers are an endangered species.

It will take all your heart, it will take all your breath It will be short, it will not be simple

How we dwelt in two worlds the daughters and the mothers in the kingdom of the sons.

We see daily that our lives are terrible and little, without continuity, buyable and salable at any moment, mere blips on a screen, that this is the way we live now. Memory marketed as nostalgia; terror reduced to mere suspense, to melodrama.

A revolutionary poem will not tell you who or when to kill, what and when to burn, or even how to theorize. It reminds you... where and when and how you are living and might live, it is a wick of desire.

I am uncomfortable with talking of poetry as a priestly profession, because I have little use for organized religions and priestly hierarchies. They have demoralized, persecuted, so many, including women, gays, non-believers.