Outrage And Possibility Are In All The

I Will Try To Be Non-violent One More Day This Morning, Waking The World Away In The Violent Day.

How Can I Look Back And Not Speak Of The Stupid Learning About Birth? Of The Stupid Learning That People Make Love, And How It Seemed The Reason For All Things, The Intimacy Of My Wondering, The Illumination That To An Adolescent Was The Cause For Life Around Me, The Reason Why The Unhappy People I Knew Did Not Kill Themselves?

The Journey Is My Home.

I Remember Mother Saying : Inventors Are Like Poets, A Trashy Lot

Exchange Is Creation.