What is happening to the daughters of the yam? Seem like they just don't know how to draw up the powers from the deep like before. Not full sunned and sweet anymore.

Old folks are the nation.

The only proper mask to wear in life is your own damn face.

When we ever invited the beast to dinner he didn't come in and swipe the napkins and start taking notes on the tablecloth 'bout how to take over the whole house?

Writing is a legitimate way, an important way, to participate in the empowerment of the community that names me.

I've never been convinced that experience is linear, circular, or even random. It just is. I try to put it in some kind of order to extract meaning from it, to bring meaning to it.

We have not been scuffling in this waste - howling wilderness for the right to be stupid. All this waste.