Try Making A Poem As If It

I Believe That Children Long For Form Just As Grownups Do, And That It Releases Rather Than Cramps Creative Energy.

It Is The Privilege Of Those Who Fear Love To Murder Those Who Do Not Fear It!

He [the Cat] Wound Himself Around Her Legs, Purring The Purr Of Ardent Desire Like A Kettle Coming To A Boil And Then Bubbling Very Fast.

So Let The World Go, But Hold Fast To Joy.

Women's Work Is Always Toward Wholeness.