The repossession by women of our bodies will bring far more essential change to human society than the seizing of the means of production by workers.
A thinking woman sleeps with monsters.
The mind's passion is all for singling out. Obscurity has another tale to tell.
The connections between and among women are the most feared, the most problematic, and the most potentially transforming force on the planet.
At twenty, I implicitly dissociated poetry from politics.
'Storm Warnings' is a poem about powerlessness - about a force so much greater than our human powers that while it can be measured and even predicted, it is beyond human control. All 'we' can do is create an interior space against the storm, an enclave of self-protection, though the winds of change till penetrate keyholes and 'unsealed apertures.'
