Mademoiselle, you are a woman not finished — nor even as you are, like the river is never the same, but never ends, you too are always becoming.

The first real poem I ever write, will be in skin.

where rubber meets the liminal road

All that is gold does not glitter; all that wanders is not lost.

In dream, a cuckoo keeps time; the sea is an audience; music makes a maelstrom.

Where the wheels pause, the world waits.

Journeys of the heart are the longest we will ever undertake.

How do I make the voices stop?

We forget that we have majesty attached to the ends of our legs.

“Your job is to collect good ideas. The more good ideas you collect, the more you can choose from to be influenced by.”