I paint flowers to prevent them from dying

No moon, sun, diamond, hands — fingertip, dot, ray, gauze, sea. pine green, pink glass, eye, mine, eraser, mud, mother, I am coming.

Sexism and racism are parallel problems. You can compare them in some ways, but they're not at all the same. But they're both symptoms inside the white male power structure.

Can one invent verbs? I want to tell you one: I sky you, so my wings extend so large to love you without measure.

I think that little by little I'll be able to solve my problems and survive.

Feet, what do I need you for when I have wings to fly?

To feel the anguish of waiting for the next moment and of taking part in the complex current (of affairs) not knowing that we are headed toward ourselves, through millions of stone beings - of bird beings - of star beings - of microbe beings - of fountain beings toward ourselves.