There is an eagle in me that wants to soar.
Love your neighbor as yourself but don't take down your fence.
We live in the time of the colossal upright oblong.
After the sunset on the prairie, there are only the stars
I have always felt that a woman has the right to treat the subject of her age with ambiguity until, perhaps, she passes into the realm of over ninety. Then it is better she be candid with herself and with the world.
Poetry is the journal of the sea animal living on land, wanting to fly in the air. Poetry is a search for syllables to shoot at the barriers of the unknown and the unknowable. Poetry is a phantom script telling how rainbows are made and why they go away.