"My strength and my weakness are twins in the same womb." — Marge Piercy

The pitcher cries for water to carry and a person for work that is real.

Shared laughter is erotic too.

When I work I am pure as an angel tiger and clear is my eye and hot my brain and silent all the whining grunting piglets of the appetites.

Long hair is considered bohemian, which may be why I grew it, but I keep it long because I love the way it feels, part cloak, part fan, part mane, part security blanket.