Society Is Like This Card Game Here,

Our Tribe Unraveled Like A Coarse Rope, Frayed At Either End As The Old And New Among Us Were Taken.

Women Without Children Are Also The Best Of Mothers,often, With The Patience,interest, And Saving Grace That The Constant Relationship With Children Cannot Always Sustain. I Come To Crave Our Talk And Our Daughters Gain Precious Aunts. Women Who Are Not Mothering Their Own Children Have The Clarity And Focus To See Deeply Into The Character Of Children Webbed By Family. A Child Is Fortuante Who Feels Witnessed As A Peron,outside Relationships With Parents By Another Adult.

We Have These Earthly Bodies. We Don't Know What They Want. Half The Time, We Pretend They Are Under Our Mental Thumb, But That Is The Illusion Of The Healthy And The Protected. Of Sedate Lovers. For The Body Has Emotions It Conceives And Carries Through Without Concern For Anyone Or Anything Else. Love Is One Of Those, I Guess. Going Back To Something Very Old Knit Into The Brain As We Were Growing. Hopeless. Scorching. Ordinary.

I Think One Of The Most Fertile, Unexplored Areas For Poets And Fiction Writers Is The World Of Science. I Become Overwhelmed By The Science World.

The Music Was More Than Music - At Least What We Are Used To Hearing. The Music Was Feeling Itself. The Sound Connected Instantly With Something Deep And Joyous.