I love indices! They are poetry in and of themselves, depending on the book.

Synchronicities fall under the "magic" heading to me.

My relationship with my mother has always felt like the most complicated relationship of my life. I know I have a lot more writing to do on this.

I'd like to imagine that "dreamoir" becomes a subgenre of nonfiction, maybe ultimately because I'd love to read many more dreamoirs by other writers - poets and memoirists especially.

I wish to be a cat. I like to imagine I was a cat in a past life.

I imagine there's an undercurrent of the impact of early religious teachings and my break from what I was taught and expected to perform if I wanted to be considered normal in my family of origin.

The women in my family - my grandmother and my mother - have been both sources of comfort and terror. Protection was not always available.

I pay attention as much as I can. I try to surround myself with other women with magical powers and a lot falls under the heading "magical powers."

To me, magic is everywhere.

Cats connote sexuality in standard dream dictionaries.

What you do, the way you think, makes you beautiful.

Happiness can be as close as your next thought.

...for she too is spending time in her life only in order to be alive.

Man is but a beast without it: such a glorious god is Learning.

Some girls say they don't feel comfortable in flats, they only feel comfortable in heels; I am not one of those girls.

You dont have to live forever just live.

Calumny ever pursues the great, even as the winds hurl themselves on high places.

These haters can't hold me back.

How did Rue end up on that stage with nothing but the wind offering to take her place?

The deviant that does not observe the trivial uses of the language is a poet, a deviant who violates the banal customs of society is a criminal.