I've had to guess at her, sewing her skin together as I sew mine, though with a different stitch

As a very young poet, I had been brought up on that dogma that politics was bad for poetry.

As a society in turmoil, we are going to see more, and more various, attempts to simulate order through repression; and art is a historical target for such efforts.

There is no 'the truth','a truth' - truth is not one thing, or even a system. It is an increasing complexity. the pattern of the carpet is a surface. When we look closely, or when we become weavers, we learn of the tiny multiple threads unseen in the overall pattern, the knots on the underside of the carpet

What kind of beast would turn its life into words?

Whatever happens with us, your body will haunt mine

When a woman tells the truth she is creating the possibility for more truth around her.