I met my father today.
We took a walk for the first time together
between the streets that divide those standing rock pillars.
I told him how I felt, how those years of neglect
destroyed my soul.
How I defeated my demons without him standing in my corner,
without him cheering me on, encouraging me.
As I spoke he remained silent, without saying a word.
He only listened
taking in those knives I repeatedly kept throwing at him.
As we circled back to his place I bid him farewell,
leaving him like he left me so long ago,
I left the cemetery, never to return.

I've read what you've written
Listened and listened with ears perked
Tried not to give too much advice
Because who listens to that
Anyway

I ******* up so many, many times
As a father, as a friend, as a lover
But thats what humans do
Trying so hard to do the right thing, ohhhh hindsight
Yes

You are so adorable in all your phases
From the moment your tiny bodies were in my arms
To the last time I hugged you.....so grown up
Worries, concerns, hopes, fears, triumphs, failures
Love

Reading your poems brought tears and smiles
Inspired me who once also wrote
Words and pages lost forever
Rhymes and seasons long forgotten, frail paper gone
Dust

You make me proud just by Being
Never mind what you become or not
Beautiful hearts with mine joined
I am you, you are I, together we are
Forever

The sun is out, I smell the sand and the sun
but its still an ugly day
It'll be alright- I may win the war still
I found the way out- Ive found my hope
But its still an ugly day
All alone- lonely in my cave
consumed in my own
I have nothing to share or someone to give it to
Its an ugly day

I thought I'd send you roses
But they would soon die
I thought about sending chocolates
But there the empty box would lie.

Then I thought of sending balloons
But they would soon deflate
I thought I'd come out to see you
But I would show up too late.

What could I have gotten you
To express my love?
For nothing in this world
Lasts as my love does.

The most surprising thing about it
     Was how sweet the concrete tasted
Once I rushed the twenty stories
     To give it a kiss

"Why one writes is a question I can never answer easily, having so often asked it of myself. I believe one writes because one has to create a world in which one can live. I could not live in any of the worlds offered to me – the world of my parents, the world of war, the world of politics. I had to create a world of my own, like a climate, a country, an atmosphere in which I could breathe, reign, and recreate myself when destroyed by living. That, I believe, is the reason for every work of art.
...
"We also write to heighten our own awareness of life. We write to lure and enchant and console others. We write to serenade our lovers. We write to taste life twice, in the moment and in retrospection. We write, like Proust, to render all of it eternal, and to persuade ourselves that it is eternal. We write to be able to transcend our life, to reach beyond it. We write to teach ourselves to speak with others, to record the journey into the labyrinth. We write to expand our world when we feel strangled, or constricted, or lonely … When I don’t write, feel my world shrinking. I feel I am in prison. I feel I lose my fire and my color. It should be a necessity, as the sea needs to heave, and I call it breathing."
('The New Woman', 1974)

The sea stood up and whispered
In words I couldn't hear
It leaned across your shoulder
And breathed into your ear
The sea fell back a moment
You nodded because you knew
Then it took you up in its embrace
And now you keep it blue.

These birds, why do they take off and fly?
Do they not know that there is no sky?
Do they not know there's no ground on to land?
Do they not know that the world's not so grand?

Do they not know that the wind doesn't blow,
That their unborn offspring shall never grow?
These doves, why do they take off and fly
When it's obvious that the world will soon die?

it's perfect, it's sharp, round, it has no shape,
my chest literally aches, no escape
indescribably beautiful is it
it's scratched into my brain, it hurts, i'm hit
my heart explodes with utter perfection
mind equals speechless, crazy connection

I walk through the dark night,
Never knowing what i might find,
Slow and easy in and out
I need this air for my shout
I scream at the sky and all it has done wrong,
I scream because of the oceans song,
All i do now is sit and weep
For this is what i must do before i sleep.
Scream out all the wrongs
And cry about all the rights,
Some time soon my soul will take flight.
Up in the dark it will fly and soar
And finally i will scream no more.