The Witch's Life" When I was a child there was an old woman in our neighborhood whom we called The Witch. All day she peered from her second story window from behind the wrinkled curtains and sometimes she would open the window and yell: Get out of my life! She had hair like kelp and a voice like a boulder. I think of her sometimes now and wonder if I am becoming her.

They [daisies] are my favorite flower. There is something innocent and vulnerable about them as if they thanked you for admiring them.

Today life opened inside me like an egg.

Fee-fi-fo-fum - Now I'm borrowed. Now I'm numb.

Let the light be called Day so that men may grow corn or take busses.

...became a woman who learned her own skin and dug into her soul and found it full.

Some women marry houses. It's another kind of skin; it has a heart, a mouth, a liver and bowel movements.