All day I've built a lifetime and now the sun sinks to undo it.
Depression is boring, I think and I would do better to make some soup and light up the cave.
Poems aren't postcards to send home.
I'm the crazy one who thinks that words reach people.
Today life opened inside me like an egg.
The sea is mother-death and she is a mighty female, the one who wins, the one who sucks us all up.