Our Love Is Our Burden.

Sometimes When Reading Aloud To My Husband, I'll Start Crying. It Completely Stuns Me. As If The Words In My Body And On The Page - In Relation To Each Other - Are Cocooned Against My Own Feelings About What I'm Writing Until They're Loosed In The Air And Become Their Own. Then I Realize What I May Or May Not Have Done.

The Poem Has To Bear The Weight With Image, Language... The Screenplay With Dialogue, Plot.

While I Was In College Becoming A Good Catholic I Was Also Becoming A Writer - One Haunted By Catholicism.

Women Are Constantly Underestimated In Our Power, Our Reach, Our Collective Pull.

Our Imaginations Are Strong As Children. Sometimes They Get Shoved Aside, These Imaginations. They Get Dusty And Mildewed With Age. The Imagination Is A Muscle That Has To Be Put To Use Or It Shrivels.