Find the goddess inside yourself instead of looking for the god in someone else.

I dreamed you were standing in this dark place and you touched these dead flowers and they lit up like they were electric or something. Electric lilies. Lighting up the Valley.

Let's not be afraid of anything that can't really hurt us.

I love Sylvia Plath and Anne Sexton. I also love more cerebral poets like H.D. and Emily Dickinson. My parents subscribed to a monthly poetry periodical, and as a teenager I was introduced to Denise Levertov, who was an influence.

We got quiet. The garden was combing her hair and putting on earrings. The house was full of dancing creatures, not male and female but both, two lovers in one body. The books downstairs were reciting their poetry to each other, rubbing together, whispering through the leather covers. Wine was flowing through the water pipes. You had caught my leaping heart in your hand like a fish.

I try to see the dark and light in everything. This is my way of comforting myself when I am dealing with those emotions.

Tinys do not deserve safety. If they are to prove themselves, they must suffer and die or suffer and survive.