My writing just kind of exists out there in the air-it's all sort of intended as spoken, or sung, word. So, to commit them to the page...that way was kind of intimidating to me, yet intriguing, to try to reflect the rhythms and connotations and emotions that you can deliver, speaking-wise, on a page.

We are wise, wise women. We are giggling girls.

Vulnerability is something that I negotiate every day.

The old farm roads a four lane that leads to the mall, and our dreams are all guillotines waiting to fall.

But in the garden of simple, where all of us are nameless, you were never anything but beautiful to me.

I always try and stay one step ahead of people, not looking like I looked like last week, so I can be as anonymous as possible and part of it is just for me. It is fun to just come up with new and bizarre colors for each area of your body and things like that, but there are some parts of it that I just keep wanting to negate myself. I hate waking up in the morning and recognizing the woman in the bathroom mirror.

I'm an atheist how unfortunate it is to assign responsibility to the higher up for justice amongst people.