The Work Of The World Is Common

Connections Are Made Slowly, Sometimes They Grow Underground.

In Her Bottled Up Is A Woman Peppery As Curry, A Yam Of A Woman Of Butter And Brass.

What A Richly Colored Strong Warm Coat Is Woven When Love Is The Warp And Work Is The Woof.

All Women Are Misfits. We Do Not Fit Into This World Without Amputations.

I Wrote To Make Sense Out Of All The Contradictions I Experienced And To Deal With The Pain And Loss I Was Undergoing.