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Books which are stitched up the ce… Books on the beach with sunglass-c… Books about food with pictures of… Books about baking bread with brow… Books about long-haired Frenchmen…
Unable to bear the uncertainty of the future, we consulted seers, mediums, stock market gurus,
She was not a slender woman, but her skin was milk mixed in with strawberry jam & between her legs the word pu… & her hair was the color of wh…
For Naomi Lazard Sometimes I can’t wait until I… —Naomi Lazard My friends are tired. The ones who are married are tired
Endless duplication of lives and o… —Theodore Roethke I have known the imperial power of… the awesome indifference of recept… I have been intimidated by desk &a…
I am not interested in my body– the part that stinks & rots & brings forth life,
The poet fears failure & so she says “Hold on pen— what if the critics hate me?”
I love to go to sleep, When bed takes me like a lover wrapping my limbs in cool linen, soothing the fretfulness
The experience of fear is not an o… —J. Krishnamurti In dreams I descend into the cave of my past: a child with a morgue-tag
I try to keep falling in love if only to keep death at bay.
Dear Colette, I want to write to you about being a woman for that is what you write to me. I want to tell you how your face
All night he lies awake tuning the… tuning the night with its fat crac… with its melancholy love songs cro… across the rainy air above Verdun & the autobahn’s blue suicidal…
On the first night of the full moon, the primeval sack of ocean broke, & I gave birth to you
After the teach-in we smeared the walls with our solidarity, looked left, & saw Marx among the angels,
. .Who shall measure the heat and violence of the poet’s heart when… and tangled in a woman’s body? —Virginia Woolf Every month,