If you have taken this rubble for my past raking through it for fragments you could sell know that I long ago moved on deeper into the heart of the matter If you think you can grasp me, think again: my story flows in more than one direction a delta springing from the riverbed with its five fingers spread -Adrienne Rich
One day you finally knew what you had to do, and began, though the voices around you kept shouting their bad advice— though the whole house began to tremble and you felt the old tug at your ankles. “Mend my life!” each voice cried. But you didn’t stop. You knew what you had to do, though the wind pried with its stiff fingers at the very foundations, though their...