Abundance is scooped from abundance yet abundance remains.

A woman who writes feels too much.

Images are probably the most important part of the poem. First of all you want to tell a story, but images are what are going to shore it up and get to the heart of the matter.

Depression is boring, I think and I would do better to make some soup and light up the cave.

Maybe I am becoming a hermit, opening the door for only a few special animals? Maybe my skull is too crowded and it has no opening through which to feed it soup?

Women tell time by the body. They are like clocks. They are always fastened to the earth, listening for its small animal noises.

God owns heaven but He craves the earth.