...you look at me like an emergency

The connections between and among women are the most feared, the most problematic, and the most potentially transforming force on the planet.

When the landscape buckles and jerks around, when a dust column of debris rises from the collapse of a block of buildings on bodies that could have been your own, when the staves of history fall awry and the barrel of time bursts apart, some turn to prayer, some to poetry: words in the memory, a stained book carried close to the body, the notebook scribbled by hand--a center of gravity.

Re-vision -- the act of looking back, of seeing with fresh eyes, of entering an old text from a new critical direction - is for women more than a chapter in cultural history: it is an act of survival.

We move but our words stand become responsible for more than we intended and this is verbal privilege

I'd call it love if love didn't take so many years but lust too is a jewel.

Any woman's death diminishes me.