You know how sometimes you just have a memory of looking up and seeing a face looking over your crib and then remember nothing until tenth grade? - I have one of these early memories where I'm in the back of my parents' car, a place I loved to spend a lot of time as an only child, not having to fight with venomous siblings over the only toy.

I'm speaking to someone I'm trying to get to fall in love with me. I'm trying to speak intimately to one person. That should be clear. I'm not speaking to an audience. I'm not writing for the podium. I'm just writing, trying to write in a fairly quiet tone to one other reader who is by herself, or himself, and I'm trying to interrupt some silence in their life, which is utterance.

High School is the place where poetry goes to die.

I stared up at the ebbing quarter moon and the stars scattered like a handful of salt across the faraway sky.

Nationalism is a type of insanity in which the boundaries of a land replace God.

Form is any aspect of a poem that encourages it to stay whole and not drift off into chaos.

There's a lot of unconscious activity that goes on I think in the composition of a poem.