Revolution is not a one time event.

I cannot shut you out the way I shut the others out, so maybe I can destroy you. Must destroy you?

Well, I do not want to be tolerated, nor misnamed. I want to be recognized.

what you hear in my voice is fury, not suffering. Anger, not moral authority

Wherever the bird with no feet flew, she found trees with no limbs.

You know how fighting fish do it? They blow bubbles and in each one of those bubbles is an egg and they float the egg up to the surface. They keep this whole heavy nest of eggs floating, and they're constantly repairing it. It's as if they live in both elements.

For within livin structures defined by profit, by linear power, by institutional dehumanization, our feelings were not meant to survive. Kept around as unavoidable adjuncts or pleasant pastimes, our feelings were expected to kneel to thought as women were expected to kneel to men. But women have survived. As poets.