I don't trust them but I'm learning to use them.

Until we know the assumptions in which we are drenched, we cannot know ourselves.

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

The ocean, whose tides respond, like women's menses, to the pull of the moon, the ocean which corresponds to the amniotic fluid in which human life begins, the ocean on whose surface vessels (personified as female) can ride but in whose depth sailors meet their death and monsters conceal themselves... it is unstable and threatening as the earth is not; it spawns new life daily, yet swallows up lives; it is changeable like the moon, unregulated, yet indestructible and eternal.

In a society where some people are far more educated than others, in which public education is ill-funded - here I am speaking of the U.S. - while we build more and more prisons to incarcerate youth who ought to be in school, there is already a gap between those with education and those without. Those with educational privilege can be seen as arrogant, remote, alien - and very often they believe themselves superior.

Poems are like dreams: in them you put what you don't know you know.

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