It’s hard to find a witty woman Said the male editor of the female journal It’s hard to find a witty woman Said the witty woman: Poor lamb. What a chore When you haven’t a clue What you’re looking for 1988

Earth You are My Home Earth you are my homeThese hills my wombThis bay my breastThis soil my heartThis sea my voice Earth you are my loveYou move me in wavesTo peaks past descendingSense past discerningVisions beyond dreaming Earth you are myselfMy source, my song, read more

To Isabel Cecily Dowling The Inexhaustible Stream I often heard you say You would like to have been a nun That all you wanted was peace and harmony in the home And that one day I would understand … Now that the tides of so read more

My Prayer O godLet me alwaysAnd in every wayfind the strength to resist you forever and ever Amen

Strength and vulnerability Strength and vulnerabilityare the sameas are force and fear The former is fertility The latter – terror thrust mechanically anywhere.

A Rocket under Me I never wanted to succeed in a man’s worldI wanted to change itNothing dramaticJust make it sympathetic to me You can’t do that Not overnight You’re going too far my girl But change I desiredAnd required to be inspiredSo they put read more

Checking Up I’m waitingfor someoneto come it’s nothing this waiting this waiting for someone this waiting for someone to come he may come am may come pm when he does come I must just be in he’s simply checking I’m worth what I’m getting it’s read more

Time Time is all I am to give My real presence – whole – alive Eternal being – spun from light Becoming day – embracing night Time is all I am on earthReceiving breath – conceiving lifeBeing every moment bathedIn beauty’s light – where lives read more

Questions Yesterday I went to buy a tablebut I wasn’t ableto buy a table “Why weren’t you ableTo buy a tableIt’s not hardAfter all’s said and done.” Not hard at allIf I recallThe times I’ve purchasedThings before What is hardYou must agreeIs to stop these read more

There were days when I was dead There were days when I was deadwith no idea I was about to resurrectOr crack up as it is called No idea I was about to burst the wallsOf my mausoleumeveryone admiredI kept it so well They came read more

To My Wife Dedication To my wife Who gave me the ideaEncouraged me to writeCleaned out the studyKept the children quietCooked my mealsWashed the dishesDid my washingRead the first draftPersuaded me back into the studyAssured me I was talentedNever doubted I had something to say read more

It’s never in the score They said she was madwhenin the middle of a concertoin London’s Royal Festival Halla man in a blue suit- a blue suited man-put his hand…on her knee…and squeezed “get your slimy paw off my knee,” she bellowedwhich hadn’t been writtenin read more