Teachers at all levels encourage the idea that you have to talk about things in order to understand them, because they wouldn't have jobs, otherwise. But it's phony, you know.

There is no savor more sweet, more salt than to be glad to be what, woman, and who, myself, I am.

In certain ways writing is a form of prayer.

You can live for years next door to a big pine tree, honored to have so venerable a neighbor, even when it sheds needles all over your flowers or wakes you, dropping big cones onto your deck at still of night.

Wear scarlet! Tear the green lemons off the tree! I don't want to forget who I am, what has burned in me, and hang limp and clean, an empty dress -

Two girls discover the secret of life in a sudden line of poetry.

In city, in suburb, in forest, no way to stretch out the arms - so if you would grow, go straight up or deep down.