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

Art means nothing if it simply decorates the dinner table of power which holds it hostage.

I choose to love this time for once with all my intelligence -from "Splittings

Can individual psychic wounds really heal in an abusive and fragmented society? Audre Lorde has a poem which begins, "What do we want from each other/ after we have told our stories?" Where do we go to explore our stake with others in such a society?

The mind's passion is all for singling out. Obscurity has another tale to tell.

Women have been driven mad, “gaslighted”, for centuries by the refutation of our experience and our instincts in a culture which validates only male experience. The truth of our bodies and our minds has been mystified to us. We therefore have primary obligation to each other: not to undermine each other’s sense of reality for the sake of expediency; not to gaslight each other.

Those who speak largely of the human condition are usually those most exempt from its oppressions - whether of sex, race, or servitude.