I keep coming back to you in my head, but you couldn't know that, and I have no carbons.

I am a woman in the prime of my life, with certain powers and those powers severely limited by authorities whose faces I rarely see.

Art and literature have given so many people the relief of feeling connected - pulled us out of isolation. It has let us know that somebody else breathed and dreamed and had sex and loved and raged and knew loneliness the way we do.

...you look at me like an emergency

Grief held back from the lips wears at the heart; the drop that refused to join the river dried up in the dust.

If we had time and no money, living by our wits, what story would you tell?

Increasingly I think of poetry as a theatre of voices, not as coming from a single "I" or from any one position. I want to imagine voices different from my own.