Each Body Has Its Art.

We Are Each Other's Harvest; We Are Each Other's Business; We Are Each Other's Magnitude And Bond.

Be Careful What You Swallow. Chew!

I Tell Poets That When A Line Just Floats Into Your Head, Don't Pay Attention 'cause It Probably Has Floated Into Somebody Else's Head.

At A Certain Moment In Social Proceedings, I Am On Fire To Leave: I Have A Leaving-fit.

I Don't Want People Running Around Saying Gwen Brooks's Work Is Intellectual. That Makes People Think Instantly About Obscurity. It Shouldn't Have To Mean That, But It Often Seems To.