Art Is Not Living. It Is The

I Have Always Wanted To Be Both Man And Woman, To Incorporate The Strongest And Richest Parts Of My Mother And Father Within/into Me - To Share Valleys And Mountains Upon My Body The Way The Earth Does In Hills And Peaks.

Anger, Used, Does Not Destroy. Hatred Does.

Without Community, There Is No Liberation...but Community Must Not Mean A Shedding Of Our Differences, Nor The Pathetic Pretense That These Differences Do Not Exist.

Only By Learning To Live In Harmony With Your Contradictions Can You Keep It All Afloat.

There Are No Honest Poems About Dead Women.