What shall I say, how is the truth to be said? You were born, you had body, you died. It is just that you never giggled or planned or cried.

I have heard in the voices of the wind the voices of my dim killed children. I have contracted. I have eased My dim dears at the breasts they could never suck.…

Believe me, I loved you all. Believe me, I knew you, though faintly, and I loved, I loved you All.

Abortions will not let you forget. You remember the children you got that you did not get, The damp small pulps with a little or with no hair, The singers and …

You will learn nothing of importance from this story except, perhaps, how to die; but then, you were born knowing that and in any case it only has to be done o…

They shall not live who have not tasted death. They only sing who are struck dumb by God.

I would love to believe that when I die I will live again, that some thinking, feeling, remembering part of me will continue. But much as I want to believe tha…