"A city cannot visit any city but itself, and in its sadness it gives away its people. Well, except for the US."

Make time for it, and only it. And above all else, don't trust yourself.

To paraphrase Theodore Roethke, one of the greatest poets to ever bleed on page, “Poetry is the means we have of undoing the damage of haste. It’s what everything else isn’t.” And to expand on my first pseudo-mentor Charles Bukowski, “When you’re a cup of coffee away from brimming with total mad darkness but are still imbued with that love of life, you’ve got to repeatedly empty yourself. Again and again.” But that (my) love of life is very uncompromising, especially when my very being is on the line. My love demands that I not use this means of calculated spilling as a substitute for sobbing or acrobatics; that I not…

I'm a feminist, but privately I like identifying with my own label of "sane."