We cannot create what we can't imagine.

You cannot play for safety and make art.

telling the truth about children's lives is radical.

wishes for sons by Lucille Clifton i wish them cramps. i wish them a strange town and the last tampon. I wish them no 7-11. i wish them one week early and wearing a white skirt. i wish them one week late. later i wish them hot flashes and clots like you wouldn't believe. let the flashes come when they meet someone special. let the clots come when they want to. let them think they have accepted arrogance in the universe, then bring them to gynecologists not unlike themselves.

Tell the truth... maybe just to see clearly, as clearly as possible.

You might as well answer the door, my child, the truth is furiously knocking.

We cannot create what we can't imagine.